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 Singapore and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Spoonie Gee,
Symarip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Morten Harket,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radio Birdman,
Altered Images,
Reagan Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Eli Mardock,
Sight & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cure,
The Victims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Warren Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Minor Threat,
The Techniques,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doobie Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flash Fearless,
The American Breed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maleditus Sound,
Scion,
MC5,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fall,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ludus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Vogues,
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
Fugazi,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers,
Outsiders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DNA,
Dark Day,
Siglo XX,
E-Dancer,
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express,
The Angels of Light,
Index,
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.