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 Bangladesh and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Rekid to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Sparks,
Idris Muhammad,
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf,
CMW,
MC5,
Drexciya,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slick Rick,
Black Flag,
Brass Construction,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Hood,
Marvin Gaye,
The Raincoats,
The Dirtbombs,
DNA,
Massinfluence,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
Rosa Yemen,
Iggy Pop,
Man Parrish,
Urselle,
Siglo XX,
The Gladiators,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls,
The Invisible,
The Music Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nik Kershaw,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delta 5,
Slave,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Freddie Wadling,
Basic Channel,
Make Up,
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
Eddi Front,
Parry Music,
The Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.