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 Poland and from London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 48th St. Collective to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Albert Ayler,
Barbara Tucker,
Dark Day,
Byron Stingily,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siglo XX,
Roger Hodgson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacob Miller,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
Unrelated Segments,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
Animal Collective,
Television,
Bobby Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Unwound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Laurel Aitken,
X-Ray Spex,
The Motions,
48th St. Collective,
Yellowson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Whodini,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Interpol,
Rufus Thomas,
Freddie Wadling,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eve St. Jones,
CMW,
Brothers Johnson,
Isaac Hayes,
Agitation Free,
The Moleskins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Janne Schatter,
Eddi Front,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joyce Sims,
the Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deepchord,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Ultravox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.