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 Zambia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronnie Foster to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '50s 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Agent Orange,
Pussy Galore,
Surgeon,
Newcleus,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anthony Braxton,
T.S.O.L.,
Stetsasonic,
Basic Channel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Swans,
Royal Trux,
The Doors,
Reagan Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
Moebius,
The United States of America,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Germs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
Minny Pops,
Warsaw,
The Gories,
Charles Mingus,
The Last Poets,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare,
Slave,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
The Fuzztones,
Josef K,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
Scientists,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
Yazoo,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.