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 Ghana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Surgeon to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
Yazoo,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brass Construction,
Agent Orange,
E-Dancer,
Banda Bassotti,
The Barracudas,
Wings,
The Gladiators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
Graham Central Station,
Arthur Verocai,
Ossler,
Pantytec,
JFA,
Hot Snakes,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
Fear,
Lyres,
Reuben Wilson,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Hoover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terry Callier,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Organ,
The Mummies,
Ohio Players,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté,
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
Siglo XX,
Neu!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Young Marble Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
Rakim,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.