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 Greece and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ohio Players to the jazz 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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric B and Rakim,
June Days,
Symarip,
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mantronix,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fuzztones,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Infiniti,
Parry Music,
Negative Approach,
Second Layer,
Black Bananas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hot Snakes,
Eden Ahbez,
Livin' Joy,
Gang of Four,
The Count Five,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Royal Trux,
Rod Modell,
Stiv Bators,
Rufus Thomas,
The Buckinghams,
Circle Jerks,
Wings,
Pierre Henry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Bourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q65,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
ABC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gladiators,
Television,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Graham Central Station,
UT,
Con Funk Shun,
Patti Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
B.T. Express,
Ice-T,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Interpol,
Wire,
Duran Duran,
Juan Atkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.