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 Cuba and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Unrelated Segments to the rock 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Red Krayola,
Niagra,
This Heat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Half Japanese,
The Real Kids,
OOIOO,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mummies,
LL Cool J,
Blake Baxter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liliput,
Wings,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Basic Channel,
The United States of America,
Jerry's Kids,
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barry Ungar,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yazoo,
Joy Division,
Quadrant,
Drive Like Jehu,
Animal Collective,
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Terry,
The Martian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
Dual Sessions,
Television Personalities,
Cluster,
Pylon,
Sugar Minott,
Ituana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rekid,
Donald Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris Corsano,
the Bar-Kays,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Sneak,
Pole,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.