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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Excepter to the techno 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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,
Model 500,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Clarke,
B.T. Express,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
The Black Dice,
Scan 7,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Near,
Whodini,
Crispian St. Peters,
Surgeon,
Alton Ellis,
The Vogues,
Qualms,
Blancmange,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
Rites of Spring,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Subhumans,
Jacques Brel,
Joy Division,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
The Raincoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oneida,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arcadia,
Moebius,
Jandek,
K-Klass,
Nirvana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swell Maps,
Harmonia,
Marine Girls,
The Dead C,
Au Pairs,
Unwound,
Quantec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echospace,
Skarface,
Be Bop Deluxe,
AZ,
In Retrospect,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Skatalites,
Bob Dylan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.