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 Niger and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lou Christie to the jazz 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Moss Icon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skriet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Sällskapet,
Eddi Front,
Talk Talk,
Minor Threat,
Parry Music,
Excepter,
Black Bananas,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare,
FM Einheit,
The Pretty Things,
China Crisis,
Minutemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Reuben Wilson,
Neu!,
Inner City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mary Jane Girls,
Khruangbin,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
David McCallum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now,
Piero Umiliani,
Quadrant,
Joensuu 1685,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick May,
Cymande,
The Offenders,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronnie Foster,
Steve Hackett,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultravox,
Y Pants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fatback Band,
kango's stein massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.