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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Pierre Henry to the rock 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Amazonics,
Derrick Morgan,
MDC,
K-Klass,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mojo Men,
Morten Harket,
cv313,
Laurel Aitken,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
Japan,
Interpol,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fortunes,
Sun City Girls,
Half Japanese,
Alton Ellis,
The Black Dice,
ABC,
Whodini,
Neil Young,
Main Source,
Sällskapet,
Intrusion,
OOIOO,
Skriet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smiths,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
The Cramps,
Piero Umiliani,
Porter Ricks,
Moss Icon,
Brothers Johnson,
Lungfish,
Smog,
The Gap Band,
Nirvana,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.