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 the UAE and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Altered Images to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
The Zeros,
Rites of Spring,
The Move,
Sandy B,
Warsaw,
The Techniques,
Kas Product,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen,
Barry Ungar,
Rod Modell,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers,
Hot Snakes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Inner City,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Max Romeo,
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
New Order,
The Pretty Things,
Harry Pussy,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
Anakelly,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Negative Approach,
Scion,
Don Cherry,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker,
The Moleskins,
Marine Girls,
Tubeway Army,
The Cure,
MDC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Charles Mingus,
Drexciya,
New York Dolls,
the Sonics,
Guru Guru,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rekid,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.