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 Kuwait and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Erasure to the crunk 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mandrill,
Cluster,
MC5,
Marvin Gaye,
Barrington Levy,
The Gladiators,
a-ha,
Japan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
Terry Callier,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
Franke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
The Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young,
Laurel Aitken,
Shuggie Otis,
The Toasters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Index,
Pole,
Nas,
Rosa Yemen,
Michelle Simonal,
X-102,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
B.T. Express,
Goldenarms,
Wire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moebius,
The Music Machine,
Flipper,
Y Pants,
Lakeside,
EPMD,
The Wake,
Funky Four + One,
Zapp,
Scion,
Dawn Penn,
Monks,
The Zeros,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.