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 Albania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Au Pairs,
Toni Rubio,
Groovy Waters,
Newcleus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anakelly,
Deepchord,
Babytalk,
Visage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
Pole,
Severed Heads,
Schoolly D,
Joy Division,
Rod Modell,
China Crisis,
Darondo,
Juan Atkins,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
Symarip,
Pantaleimon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Grey Daturas,
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
Cybotron,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker,
Nils Olav,
KRS-One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Martian,
The Seeds,
The Cure,
Joensuu 1685,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Vogues,
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Style,
Wings,
Roxy Music,
Roxette,
The Music Machine,
John Holt,
Pantytec,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.