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 Albania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kerri Chandler to the rock 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Mojo Men,
Outsiders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tim Buckley,
Minor Threat,
Quadrant,
PIL,
Tres Demented,
The Martian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liliput,
Radiopuhelimet,
T.S.O.L.,
Alison Limerick,
FM Einheit,
Blossom Toes,
Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smoke,
Eli Mardock,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Knickerbockers,
Quantec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
Cymande,
Procol Harum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mantronix,
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dead Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys,
The Litter,
Kayak,
The Busters,
Qualms,
Dual Sessions,
kango's stein massive,
Fluxion,
Bob Dylan,
Erasure,
Slick Rick,
Duran Duran,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare,
Fela Kuti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oblivians,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.