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 Lesotho and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Ken Boothe to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
Schoolly D,
Josef K,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deakin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yazoo,
Tom Boy,
E-Dancer,
June Days,
Joe Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nas,
The Count Five,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Can,
Liliput,
Kenny Larkin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tears for Fears,
Camouflage,
Shoche,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pagans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints,
Neu!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maurizio,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Evens,
Patti Smith,
Arcadia,
Sandy B,
Oblivians,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
Barrington Levy,
MC5,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
The Smiths,
The Skatalites,
a-ha,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Main Source,
Terry Callier,
Sam Rivers,
The Selecter,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party,
Janne Schatter,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.