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 Antigua and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the funk 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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,
D'Angelo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Althea and Donna,
Bauhaus,
The Raincoats,
Sex Pistols,
Eurythmics,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
Gang Green,
Brick,
Prince Buster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lightning Bolt,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
K-Klass,
The Zeros,
Bang On A Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Essential Logic,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
The Gories,
Terry Callier,
Unwound,
Neu!,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy,
Lyres,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Brothers Johnson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Easy Going,
Rosa Yemen,
Section 25,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
the Slits,
Duran Duran,
Agent Orange,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultravox,
Pole,
Reagan Youth,
Rod Modell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.