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 Tuvalu and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Wells to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
the Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Zeros,
Mad Mike,
The Knickerbockers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Steve Hackett,
Neu!,
Marine Girls,
Sister Nancy,
The Young Rascals,
Fugazi,
Con Funk Shun,
Brand Nubian,
The Gun Club,
Livin' Joy,
Babytalk,
Judy Mowatt,
48th St. Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Los Fastidios,
Das Ding,
The Gories,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Barracudas,
Black Moon,
Pantaleimon,
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare,
Easy Going,
the Normal,
Vladislav Delay,
Ornette Coleman,
Stereo Dub,
One Last Wish,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minutemen,
Quantec,
The Count Five,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.