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 Senegal and from New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dennis Brown to the rock 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crime,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Erasure,
Rekid,
Basic Channel,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dead C,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
The Moleskins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood,
Panda Bear,
Television,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rakim,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
AZ,
Massinfluence,
cv313,
Bluetip,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Boredoms,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
The Gun Club,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantytec,
Camouflage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Y Pants,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
Pulsallama,
Guru Guru,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donald Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Ohio Players,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tommy Roe,
Brand Nubian,
Althea and Donna,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Smooth,
The Pop Group,
X-Ray Spex,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.