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 Libya and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 The Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Crash Course in Science,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter and Kerry,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Seeds,
The Associates,
The Doors,
Slick Rick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brick,
Ice-T,
The Beau Brummels,
Eddi Front,
Roxy Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Section 25,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
The Move,
Desert Stars,
Minny Pops,
Monolake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flash Fearless,
Silicon Teens,
Visage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nirvana,
Angry Samoans,
Neu!,
Sandy B,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oblivians,
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arthur Verocai,
Judy Mowatt,
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Terry,
Public Enemy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ten City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sister Nancy,
The Angels of Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Can,
Juan Atkins,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.