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 Nepal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skatalites to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
John Cale,
Grauzone,
Radio Birdman,
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
Theoretical Girls,
the Human League,
The Move,
Siglo XX,
Minutemen,
The Toasters,
Eddi Front,
The Stooges,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yellowson,
Alice Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
Flipper,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sister Nancy,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Mars,
Chris & Cosey,
Absolute Body Control,
Yusef Lateef,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
Los Fastidios,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
Easy Going,
Flash Fearless,
Mantronix,
Lindisfarne,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New York Dolls,
The Moleskins,
The Last Poets,
Youth Brigade,
K-Klass,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
Nico,
Quando Quango,
Kurtis Blow,
Blossom Toes,
Shuggie Otis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yazoo,
The Saints,
Funkadelic,
Erykah Badu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.