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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tres Demented to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Scientists,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
The Standells,
Terry Callier,
Tim Buckley,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wire,
Laurel Aitken,
Vainqueur,
L. Decosne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Halsall,
Cheater Slicks,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Starr,
Negative Approach,
Scion,
Simply Red,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
Wings,
Faust,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Style,
David McCallum,
Ken Boothe,
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül II,
The Smoke,
Agitation Free,
Jandek,
Sight & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare,
The Moody Blues,
The Cowsills,
Thompson Twins,
Model 500,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Leaves,
Neil Young,
Audionom,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Machine,
Maurizio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.