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 Mongolia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Hoover to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Michelle Simonal,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
Heaven 17,
Bizarre Inc.,
Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Clear Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sight & Sound,
Nico,
The Names,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
cv313,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Technova,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding,
Tim Buckley,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Halsall,
One Last Wish,
Magma,
Excepter,
Hot Snakes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Laurel Aitken,
10cc,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Kurtis Blow,
Outsiders,
Eric Dolphy,
Byron Stingily,
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Franke,
Neil Young,
Lalann,
Zapp,
Scion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.