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 Armenia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-102 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Almond,
Donald Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Zero Boys,
FM Einheit,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Hood,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
The Remains,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unwound,
Scrapy,
Whodini,
Dark Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Iggy Pop,
The Dirtbombs,
Bluetip,
Yaz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Theoretical Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang of Four,
Liliput,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Hutcherson,
China Crisis,
Yusef Lateef,
Erasure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-102,
Nas,
These Immortal Souls,
the Association,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra,
Deakin,
The Mojo Men,
Scan 7,
Cameo,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arcadia,
Warsaw,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young,
Sun City Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.