Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malaysia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Black Moon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Dave Clark Five,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
H. Thieme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
E-Dancer,
Negative Approach,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Can,
K-Klass,
The Beau Brummels,
David Axelrod,
June of 44,
Nils Olav,
Flash Fearless,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boredoms,
Prince Buster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flipper,
China Crisis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Saints,
The Cramps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxy Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lindisfarne,
Dual Sessions,
Aural Exciters,
Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mantronix,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slackers,
Ponytail,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
the Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angry Samoans,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.