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 Ivory Coast and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rap 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Marvin Gaye,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gories,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pussy Galore,
Arthur Verocai,
U.S. Maple,
Massinfluence,
Chrome,
The Dead C,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mantronix,
Kayak,
Q and Not U,
Soulsonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Ituana,
Gong,
The Evens,
John Cale,
DJ Style,
Country Teasers,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Stereo Dub,
The Pop Group,
The Standells,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Machine,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
Masters at Work,
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
Joy Division,
Lee Hazlewood,
Don Cherry,
Eric Dolphy,
EPMD,
Funky Four + One,
Inner City,
Robert Görl,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Toasters,
Rotary Connection,
The Cramps,
Japan,
Sun City Girls,
The Durutti Column,
The Moleskins,
The Kinks,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.