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 Iraq and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Con Funk Shun to the techno 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rotary Connection,
Dual Sessions,
Wally Richardson,
Agitation Free,
Soft Machine,
Half Japanese,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quando Quango,
Crash Course in Science,
Glenn Branca,
Eurythmics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Rapeman,
Pussy Galore,
Sarah Menescal,
Tubeway Army,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Bourne,
The Remains,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Circle Jerks,
Newcleus,
EPMD,
Mr. Review,
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skaos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zero Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Near,
Gabor Szabo,
Royal Trux,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.