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 Kyrgyzstan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Au Pairs to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Interpol,
The Red Krayola,
The Litter,
The Names,
Warsaw,
Thompson Twins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scratch Acid,
Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Halsall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Sheep,
Angry Samoans,
Pylon,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Sonics,
The Residents,
E-Dancer,
The Neon Judgement,
Dennis Brown,
Wire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spandau Ballet,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
Make Up,
Flipper,
Robert Wyatt,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kas Product,
Shuggie Otis,
a-ha,
the Swans,
EPMD,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
Derrick May,
Technova,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
Niagra,
The Motions,
Section 25,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erykah Badu,
Prince Buster,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
H. Thieme,
David Axelrod,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.