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 Swaziland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lungfish to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Supertramp,
Second Layer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lower 48,
The Real Kids,
Boredoms,
Glenn Branca,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
Lalo Schifrin,
T. Rex,
Maurizio,
Faraquet,
Khruangbin,
Niagra,
Bootsy Collins,
Davy DMX,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
The Gladiators,
Icehouse,
The Blackbyrds,
Dennis Brown,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gun Club,
Youth Brigade,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang On A Can,
The Blues Magoos,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
Suicide,
Drexciya,
Quadrant,
Dual Sessions,
Clear Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Porter Ricks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ornette Coleman,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Parry Music,
The Martian,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fatback Band,
Stereo Dub,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Wyatt,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Golliwogs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magma,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.