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 Mali and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sparks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Bush Tetras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mark Hollis,
Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Kinks,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terry Callier,
The Move,
Gong,
Ponytail,
AZ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Raincoats,
The Litter,
Joey Negro,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Charles Mingus,
The Fuzztones,
Parry Music,
Gang of Four,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Gang Dance,
U.S. Maple,
Accadde A,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
The Moleskins,
The Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angry Samoans,
Rapeman,
The Fugs,
The Black Dice,
The Star Department,
Newcleus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Enemy,
The Doors,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Order,
Visage,
Rites of Spring,
The Blues Magoos,
Sight & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barry Ungar,
Graham Central Station,
Kas Product,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slick Rick,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.