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 Hungary and from Salvador.
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 Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Absolute Body Control to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Wire,
Livin' Joy,
Lalann,
Rites of Spring,
Albert Ayler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Axelrod,
Panda Bear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Organ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Black Dice,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yusef Lateef,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
Subhumans,
Freddie Wadling,
Yellowson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Smog,
the Germs,
Lungfish,
Royal Trux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Sheep,
Motorama,
Banda Bassotti,
Kas Product,
Sex Pistols,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Hashim,
Audionom,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
Nirvana,
Todd Rundgren,
Section 25,
This Heat,
June Days,
Andrew Hill,
Scrapy,
Quadrant,
ABBA,
The Busters,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
Joensuu 1685,
the Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Lakeside,
Traffic Nightmare,
Index,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.