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 Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Von Mondo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Saints,
Unrelated Segments,
Charles Mingus,
Black Bananas,
Byron Stingily,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
The Red Krayola,
The Buckinghams,
Audionom,
F. McDonald,
New Age Steppers,
Faust,
World's Most,
The Names,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Bowie,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Clarke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sound Behaviour,
Bush Tetras,
Schoolly D,
The Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Scion,
Second Layer,
The Fuzztones,
Pantytec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Interpol,
The Durutti Column,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
The Five Americans,
Lalann,
The Blues Magoos,
The Tremeloes,
Sparks,
Donald Byrd,
Magazine,
Jacques Brel,
Dawn Penn,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Graham Central Station,
Dead Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Eve St. Jones,
Scrapy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fela Kuti,
Symarip,
The Raincoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonic Youth,
Patti Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Parry Music,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.