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 East Timor and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar 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 Deepchord to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Crooked Eye,
the Slits,
The Fuzztones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Goldenarms,
Alton Ellis,
The Cramps,
Average White Band,
Delta 5,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
Scientists,
Intrusion,
Mars,
Lyres,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Judy Mowatt,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Wyatt,
The Human League,
Adolescents,
Joe Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hardrive,
Cluster,
Grey Daturas,
Tommy Roe,
Dawn Penn,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
The Index,
Boredoms,
Tubeway Army,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Modern Lovers,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June of 44,
Jerry's Kids,
JFA,
Khruangbin,
The Busters,
Sam Rivers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spandau Ballet,
Dark Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gong,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Althea and Donna,
Technova,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
Lucky Dragons,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.