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 Nigeria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 DJ Style to the funk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Excepter,
Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
Rakim,
The Searchers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Near,
Dave Gahan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick Morgan,
Stetsasonic,
The Fuzztones,
The Cowsills,
Wings,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
Siglo XX,
The Raincoats,
MDC,
a-ha,
Curtis Mayfield,
La Düsseldorf,
Ten City,
Kas Product,
Lalann,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Christie,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy Collins,
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Juan Atkins,
The Stooges,
Boredoms,
Alice Coltrane,
Fluxion,
World's Most,
Matthew Bourne,
Brand Nubian,
Main Source,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
10cc,
Idris Muhammad,
Ornette Coleman,
Theoretical Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pole,
Rapeman,
Scion,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.