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 Kenya and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alphaville to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
Camouflage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
OOIOO,
Lungfish,
Popol Vuh,
Scientists,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maurizio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Byron Stingily,
The Alarm Clocks,
Outsiders,
Marine Girls,
The Motions,
Shoche,
Joe Finger,
Janne Schatter,
The Knickerbockers,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonic Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Black Moon,
Barbara Tucker,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick May,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Albert Ayler,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
The Five Americans,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
Supertramp,
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erykah Badu,
Main Source,
Deepchord,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sugar Minott,
Harry Pussy,
Simply Red,
Subhumans,
The Evens,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Anakelly,
Nas,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.