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 China and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-101 to the rock 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The J.B.'s,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Almond,
MC5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Techniques,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Popol Vuh,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Vogues,
Mad Mike,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Sherman,
Radio Birdman,
Bush Tetras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
Erasure,
Sandy B,
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Trojans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tears for Fears,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Pierre Henry,
Scion,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anthony Braxton,
The Barracudas,
David Bowie,
The Fuzztones,
Y Pants,
Tres Demented,
The Walker Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Erykah Badu,
Hardrive,
Brass Construction,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.