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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 D'Angelo to the grime 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Dawn Penn,
Sandy B,
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
Smog,
The Red Krayola,
Don Cherry,
Brass Construction,
The Count Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Happenings,
Rekid,
Thompson Twins,
Von Mondo,
Ludus,
Television Personalities,
Animal Collective,
Rotary Connection,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Halsall,
New Age Steppers,
Tears for Fears,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joyce Sims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Bar-Kays,
Cameo,
Black Sheep,
Reuben Wilson,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
Mantronix,
Toni Rubio,
Camouflage,
Carl Craig,
Slave,
This Heat,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
Au Pairs,
Hot Snakes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.