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 Belgium and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Fatback Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Talk Talk,
Rod Modell,
Organ,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
Symarip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mojo Men,
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
The Move,
ABC,
Kenny Larkin,
Skarface,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Zeros,
Judy Mowatt,
Slave,
Pagans,
Nick Fraelich,
World's Most,
The Associates,
Moebius,
The Beau Brummels,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Birthday Party,
OOIOO,
Maurizio,
Chris Corsano,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
The Neon Judgement,
Lyres,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
Radio Birdman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Offenders,
cv313,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moby Grape,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yazoo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.