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 Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Davy DMX to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Minnie Riperton,
Chrome,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Wells,
New Order,
Skaos,
Neu!,
Icehouse,
The Litter,
Letta Mbulu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
Marmalade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zero Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Star Department,
Peter and Kerry,
Wolf Eyes,
MC5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q and Not U,
Alice Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camberwell Now,
MDC,
Deakin,
Ludus,
The Slackers,
FM Einheit,
Masters at Work,
Radiopuhelimet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
AZ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Deadbeat,
Black Bananas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-102,
Quantec,
Aaron Thompson,
Angry Samoans,
Eurythmics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.