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 East Timor and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barclay James Harvest to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pretty Things,
T. Rex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sex Pistols,
Davy DMX,
Minny Pops,
KRS-One,
The Blues Magoos,
Massinfluence,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Bourne,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
John Holt,
The Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Iggy Pop,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
The Slackers,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
Parry Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doors,
EPMD,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lungfish,
New Order,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxette,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DNA,
Deakin,
The Happenings,
Black Moon,
The Searchers,
Marmalade,
Nik Kershaw,
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
cv313,
Chrome,
Quantec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The American Breed,
The Associates,
Barbara Tucker,
Letta Mbulu,
Rites of Spring,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.