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 Colombia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Bar-Kays,
Ohio Players,
The Slackers,
ABC,
Ken Boothe,
Chris Corsano,
Soulsonic Force,
Gong,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gun Club,
Model 500,
The Index,
Accadde A,
Michelle Simonal,
Rosa Yemen,
Rites of Spring,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
Second Layer,
Bluetip,
The Searchers,
The Mummies,
Andrew Hill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Durutti Column,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crooked Eye,
Tim Buckley,
Warsaw,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Order,
Subhumans,
The Beau Brummels,
Aswad,
Marvin Gaye,
John Holt,
Negative Approach,
Circle Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Nas,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
The Young Rascals,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.