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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Warren Ellis to the grime 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Stooges,
Dual Sessions,
Iggy Pop,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reuben Wilson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Index,
The Busters,
Maleditus Sound,
Funky Four + One,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Leaves,
Panda Bear,
The Evens,
China Crisis,
Pole,
The Gun Club,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
The Invisible,
The Selecter,
The Toasters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Terry Callier,
The Fall,
This Heat,
Boredoms,
The Knickerbockers,
Darondo,
Parry Music,
In Retrospect,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agent Orange,
Das Ding,
Porter Ricks,
Stereo Dub,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Sam Rivers,
Talk Talk,
The Cramps,
Khruangbin,
Kurtis Blow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Albert Ayler,
the Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.