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 Greece and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Nirvana to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Style,
Trumans Water,
Arthur Verocai,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
Adolescents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
Infiniti,
Excepter,
Bang On A Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Red Krayola,
The Vogues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Babytalk,
Godley & Creme,
Ken Boothe,
The New Christs,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
The Gladiators,
Sparks,
Bobby Womack,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camberwell Now,
Deadbeat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jawbox,
Shoche,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Joy Division,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alton Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Pus,
Bush Tetras,
Oblivians,
Panda Bear,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
the Human League,
Clear Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Can,
Zapp,
The Monochrome Set,
Juan Atkins,
Niagra,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.