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 Albania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ossler to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
The American Breed,
Dark Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rosa Yemen,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Angels of Light,
Porter Ricks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smiths,
Nico,
Parry Music,
DNA,
Make Up,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
Mars,
Suicide,
Wasted Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Barry Ungar,
Ludus,
Marmalade,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fugazi,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Little Man,
Crispy Ambulance,
B.T. Express,
the Bar-Kays,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vainqueur,
Quantec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Second Layer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Angry Samoans,
Rites of Spring,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.