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 Malaysia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Starr to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Accadde A,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Trumans Water,
Radiohead,
Brothers Johnson,
Malaria!,
MC5,
Ten City,
Nils Olav,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Remains,
Eurythmics,
Roxette,
Jimmy McGriff,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marvin Gaye,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
Parry Music,
Kenny Larkin,
FM Einheit,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Michelle Simonal,
Q65,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Althea and Donna,
Agitation Free,
The Beau Brummels,
Fela Kuti,
Erykah Badu,
The Techniques,
Bill Wells,
Mantronix,
The Kinks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scrapy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hasil Adkins,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blackbyrds,
These Immortal Souls,
L. Decosne,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül II,
Delta 5,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.