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 Korea South and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Gladiators,
Mary Jane Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronnie Foster,
Kas Product,
DJ Sneak,
Harmonia,
EPMD,
Fat Boys,
Section 25,
Crispian St. Peters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalann,
Dual Sessions,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
48th St. Collective,
The Techniques,
the Bar-Kays,
Tears for Fears,
Grauzone,
the Human League,
Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The United States of America,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smoke,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
Roger Hodgson,
Marine Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Modern Lovers,
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultravox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moleskins,
the Normal,
Spoonie Gee,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.