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 Poland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Copeland,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siglo XX,
Danielle Patucci,
Wire,
Eddi Front,
The Cowsills,
Negative Approach,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Finger,
Rod Modell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
Whodini,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Motions,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
The Modern Lovers,
Schoolly D,
Los Fastidios,
Terry Callier,
Country Joe & The Fish,
48th St. Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aswad,
Barry Ungar,
Neu!,
F. McDonald,
Nation of Ulysses,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultravox,
Funkadelic,
Supertramp,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television Personalities,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
10cc,
Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Lalann,
Metal Thangz,
LL Cool J,
Black Flag,
Derrick May,
Grey Daturas,
Con Funk Shun,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Yellowson,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.