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 Italy and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris Corsano to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker,
Eurythmics,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sight & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minny Pops,
Lou Christie,
The Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Terry,
The Martian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Duran Duran,
The Dead C,
The Last Poets,
Faust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cameo,
Joey Negro,
Yaz,
Warsaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
The Doors,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hoover,
Nas,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Inner City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Animal Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Leonard Cohen,
Minutemen,
Fluxion,
Whodini,
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.