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 Suriname and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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-101 to the electroclash 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Outsiders,
Isaac Hayes,
Oneida,
B.T. Express,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skarface,
UT,
The Sound,
Technova,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
Juan Atkins,
The Associates,
Bizarre Inc.,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Wells,
Theoretical Girls,
L. Decosne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grauzone,
Tres Demented,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scrapy,
Magma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Iggy Pop,
Icehouse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
F. McDonald,
Drive Like Jehu,
T. Rex,
the Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
John Holt,
Los Fastidios,
Funky Four + One,
Deepchord,
Kayak,
John Lydon,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erykah Badu,
Smog,
Connie Case,
Bobby Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siglo XX,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
X-102,
Gichy Dan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fear,
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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.