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 Benin and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Circle Jerks to the funk 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Tubeway Army,
Ituana,
The Slits,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Arcadia,
Todd Rundgren,
Cymande,
Toni Rubio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nirvana,
Hoover,
The Litter,
Anakelly,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Lynne,
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doors,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minny Pops,
Model 500,
The Last Poets,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott Heron,
D'Angelo,
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Coltrane,
Pole,
Swell Maps,
Second Layer,
Maleditus Sound,
Ice-T,
Eli Mardock,
Qualms,
La Düsseldorf,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fat Boys,
Grauzone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Moon,
Tommy Roe,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
10cc,
H. Thieme,
Anthony Braxton,
Bob Dylan,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.