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 Benin and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Eli Mardock to the rap 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wally Richardson,
Piero Umiliani,
Stockholm Monsters,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
Ornette Coleman,
New Age Steppers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Subhumans,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slits,
Smog,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover,
Brick,
Black Flag,
Main Source,
Television,
Idris Muhammad,
Yellowson,
Ronnie Foster,
Babytalk,
Q65,
The Fall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
Yazoo,
Liliput,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Associates,
Howard Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gories,
UT,
Ituana,
Siglo XX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crime,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
The Black Dice,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Porter Ricks,
Bob Dylan,
Hashim,
Tres Demented,
Blake Baxter,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slackers,
DNA,
Eric Dolphy,
The Names,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.