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 Uganda and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Joy Division to the crunk 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Make Up,
The Misunderstood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Trojans,
Liliput,
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moby Grape,
Brick,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brand Nubian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Gang Dance,
Graham Central Station,
The Motions,
David McCallum,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
cv313,
Stereo Dub,
Adolescents,
a-ha,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wally Richardson,
Vladislav Delay,
Lyres,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
Kayak,
ABC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Walker Brothers,
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel,
Pantaleimon,
Dave Gahan,
Alphaville,
Lungfish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chrome,
Connie Case,
Fela Kuti,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Clarke,
Rufus Thomas,
Intrusion,
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.