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 Cameroon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Beau Brummels to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Black Bananas,
World's Most,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Excepter,
The Victims,
Adolescents,
The Doors,
Leonard Cohen,
Outsiders,
The Motions,
Khruangbin,
Anthony Braxton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sandy B,
The Young Rascals,
Ituana,
The Divine Comedy,
Spandau Ballet,
Amazonics,
Lalann,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marvin Gaye,
Albert Ayler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
China Crisis,
Yaz,
Organ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül II,
The Gories,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Moby Grape,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Supertramp,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Make Up,
Public Enemy,
Niagra,
The Black Dice,
Japan,
Erykah Badu,
Gang of Four,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ossler,
The Standells,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare,
Bill Near,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.