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 Laos and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Remains to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Panda Bear,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Dolphy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Germs,
Amazonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Five Americans,
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy,
Slave,
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Altered Images,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blackbyrds,
Suicide,
The Residents,
MC5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
Crispian St. Peters,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wings,
Television Personalities,
Parry Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gong,
Royal Trux,
Todd Rundgren,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fugs,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soulsonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Scion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
Bill Near,
The Smiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Wire,
The Shadows of Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Livin' Joy,
Joy Division,
Electric Prunes,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.