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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kaleidoscope to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 marimba and a mellotron 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Underground Resistance,
Intrusion,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
Barbara Tucker,
Nirvana,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
Maurizio,
Kayak,
The Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Rod Modell,
Y Pants,
Icehouse,
Anthony Braxton,
JFA,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultravox,
Black Bananas,
Simply Red,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marine Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Brand Nubian,
Technova,
the Normal,
kango's stein massive,
Dawn Penn,
Second Layer,
The Leaves,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Charles Mingus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Silicon Teens,
The Fortunes,
Lakeside,
Scratch Acid,
Lungfish,
Model 500,
Glenn Branca,
Pulsallama,
Das Ding,
Reagan Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Red Krayola,
Thompson Twins,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.