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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 a-ha to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
In Retrospect,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skarface,
Joy Division,
Rekid,
Girls At Our Best!,
L. Decosne,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Swans,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Sneak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
The Standells,
The Beau Brummels,
Skaos,
Prince Buster,
Alison Limerick,
Smog,
The Associates,
Sam Rivers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Saints,
Pulsallama,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül II,
Delta 5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-102,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
Yazoo,
Johnny Clarke,
Animal Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Carl Craig,
JFA,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lower 48,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
Niagra,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike,
Pierre Henry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Charles Mingus,
Gong,
Byron Stingily,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.