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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Byrd to the disco 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Excepter,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
The Standells,
Godley & Creme,
Saccharine Trust,
Simply Red,
PIL,
Deadbeat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sarah Menescal,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
The Dead C,
Gichy Dan,
Mission of Burma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Y Pants,
Black Bananas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Finger,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
Nirvana,
Aloha Tigers,
Ponytail,
Dawn Penn,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Leaves,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
The Fall,
Blake Baxter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donald Byrd,
Liliput,
Ice-T,
Magma,
Cameo,
Bush Tetras,
The Zeros,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unrelated Segments,
a-ha,
Leonard Cohen,
In Retrospect,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rakim,
the Germs,
Boredoms,
Bluetip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quantec,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.