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 Gabon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vladislav Delay to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
B.T. Express,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter,
KRS-One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skarface,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Henry Cow,
Eve St. Jones,
DNA,
Kenny Larkin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Motions,
Can,
Dark Day,
F. McDonald,
The Modern Lovers,
The Raincoats,
Pussy Galore,
Alton Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Laurel Aitken,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
Minor Threat,
Reuben Wilson,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MDC,
Charles Mingus,
The Monks,
Smog,
Maurizio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Janne Schatter,
The Saints,
Fela Kuti,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
Japan,
Pylon,
Popol Vuh,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review,
Lalann,
Nico,
Swans,
Schoolly D,
Jandek,
Livin' Joy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.