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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Porter Ricks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Section 25,
The Skatalites,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Technova,
Buzzcocks,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DNA,
Bootsy Collins,
Aural Exciters,
Subhumans,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MDC,
Piero Umiliani,
The Neon Judgement,
X-101,
Thee Headcoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry's Kids,
Guru Guru,
Arthur Verocai,
Patti Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Average White Band,
Porter Ricks,
Aloha Tigers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minutemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Brass Construction,
The Pop Group,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Machine,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
New Order,
Cluster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erasure,
The Selecter,
Moebius,
The Names,
Minny Pops,
Youth Brigade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
John Holt,
Blossom Toes,
Country Teasers,
Juan Atkins,
Q and Not U,
Graham Central Station,
Ludus,
The Monochrome Set,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.