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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Black Sheep to the dance 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Moby Grape,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
Newcleus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tears for Fears,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mandrill,
Popol Vuh,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Buzzcocks,
Mantronix,
cv313,
Erykah Badu,
Black Sheep,
Ice-T,
Dorothy Ashby,
This Heat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kas Product,
Cluster,
Desert Stars,
Outsiders,
Camberwell Now,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Womack,
Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
The Cowsills,
Motorama,
Monks,
the Normal,
Hashim,
Procol Harum,
The Zeros,
Johnny Clarke,
Parry Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fear,
Bill Near,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
Subhumans,
Shuggie Otis,
Magma,
Cybotron,
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
Erasure,
Lower 48,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Lydon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.