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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Man Eating Sloth to the crunk 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
Rotary Connection,
Joyce Sims,
Malaria!,
Ten City,
Lalann,
Deepchord,
Bang On A Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Silicon Teens,
Anakelly,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Animal Collective,
Duran Duran,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül II,
Mission of Burma,
Iggy Pop,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Hood,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mars,
Theoretical Girls,
The Golliwogs,
The Blackbyrds,
Kayak,
Peter & Gordon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Janne Schatter,
Faraquet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sonics,
Swans,
The Skatalites,
Gabor Szabo,
Donald Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fugazi,
Erasure,
Scientists,
Arab on Radar,
Maleditus Sound,
Agitation Free,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.