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 Norway and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Searchers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Underground Resistance,
Pierre Henry,
June of 44,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reagan Youth,
OOIOO,
The Kinks,
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
Aswad,
Ornette Coleman,
Sexual Harrassment,
E-Dancer,
Funkadelic,
The Count Five,
Janne Schatter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Wells,
In Retrospect,
Chrome,
Lungfish,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry's Kids,
The Birthday Party,
The Music Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Half Japanese,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Hood,
Marine Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Womack,
Fear,
Niagra,
Pantytec,
The Dead C,
Minnie Riperton,
Eve St. Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
Deepchord,
The Move,
Anakelly,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Maleditus Sound,
Quadrant,
Deakin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
EPMD,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warsaw,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.