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 Qatar and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column,
Kerri Chandler,
Pylon,
Piero Umiliani,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mr. Review,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
Quadrant,
Clear Light,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stereo Dub,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slackers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Birthday Party,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young,
the Germs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Names,
Index,
Bauhaus,
Slave,
Wire,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Iggy Pop,
Moebius,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra,
Joyce Sims,
Stetsasonic,
Carl Craig,
Cluster,
Lakeside,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül II,
The Stooges,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hoover,
Judy Mowatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.