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 Hungary and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Neon Judgement to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Lungfish,
Darondo,
Toni Rubio,
Yazoo,
Flipper,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Almond,
Skarface,
Kayak,
The Skatalites,
A Certain Ratio,
Joy Division,
Scrapy,
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hardrive,
The Five Americans,
Von Mondo,
Radiohead,
Joe Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mr. Review,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City,
Crash Course in Science,
Josef K,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rekid,
Vainqueur,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon,
Tears for Fears,
Oneida,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Jacob Miller,
Motorama,
Excepter,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young,
The J.B.'s,
Blake Baxter,
Stiv Bators,
Masters at Work,
The Fall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.