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 Comoros and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Near,
Eurythmics,
The Pretty Things,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cal Tjader,
Reuben Wilson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
The Trojans,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Machine,
This Heat,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Main Source,
The Skatalites,
The Black Dice,
The Dead C,
The Moody Blues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
Pussy Galore,
Royal Trux,
Max Romeo,
Fear,
June of 44,
Angry Samoans,
Pantytec,
Sun City Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
The Buckinghams,
Dennis Brown,
Audionom,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doors,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Style,
Warsaw,
The Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Minny Pops,
Alphaville,
Hardrive,
Los Fastidios,
Second Layer,
Nico,
Gerry Rafferty,
D'Angelo,
Stiv Bators,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fuzztones,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.