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 Poland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Blake Baxter to the jazz 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a rhodes 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Saccharine Trust,
Brick,
Outsiders,
Excepter,
Infiniti,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra,
Khruangbin,
Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
Lungfish,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Techniques,
Joe Smooth,
Darondo,
Letta Mbulu,
John Holt,
Zero Boys,
Chrome,
Ludus,
Chris Corsano,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
Anakelly,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dead Boys,
cv313,
The Residents,
Au Pairs,
Erykah Badu,
Mission of Burma,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Style,
Essential Logic,
The Doors,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun City Girls,
Amazonics,
Sam Rivers,
The Cure,
Roger Hodgson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Leaves,
Fluxion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James White and The Blacks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mad Mike,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terry Callier,
Pere Ubu,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.