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 Slovakia and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Black Bananas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Severed Heads,
Spoonie Gee,
The J.B.'s,
Cybotron,
Althea and Donna,
Archie Shepp,
LL Cool J,
the Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cramps,
Joy Division,
JFA,
Massinfluence,
The Slackers,
Scion,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fugs,
Crooked Eye,
Oblivians,
Mission of Burma,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
Soulsonic Force,
Boredoms,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Franke,
Gong,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Urselle,
Grey Daturas,
ABBA,
Gichy Dan,
Pierre Henry,
The Wake,
Aaron Thompson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers,
The Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Easy Going,
Terry Callier,
The Mummies,
Wasted Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thee Headcoats,
Radio Birdman,
Godley & Creme,
The Pop Group,
Bauhaus,
D'Angelo,
U.S. Maple,
Excepter,
The Smiths,
The Trojans,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.