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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yellowson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tres Demented,
Rapeman,
Pole,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Barracudas,
the Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Kayak,
Gabor Szabo,
Davy DMX,
The Music Machine,
Yazoo,
Schoolly D,
Mary Jane Girls,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
The Last Poets,
Crime,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
Thee Headcoats,
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Babytalk,
Brick,
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
Porter Ricks,
Roxy Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Junior Murvin,
Bad Manners,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris Corsano,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Connie Case,
Zero Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cameo,
Sister Nancy,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
Sparks,
Desert Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Second Layer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television,
Faust,
The Fall,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.