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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nirvana to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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?
Lucky Dragons,
The Monochrome Set,
Spoonie Gee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Howard Jones,
Crime,
The Birthday Party,
The Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June Days,
Morten Harket,
The Litter,
Flipper,
The Last Poets,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moby Grape,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed,
Colin Newman,
Kurtis Blow,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Q and Not U,
Terry Callier,
Ponytail,
La Düsseldorf,
Grey Daturas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glenn Branca,
The Cowsills,
David Axelrod,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Flag,
Ronan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Style,
Juan Atkins,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.