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 China and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the dance 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Scientists,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
Sex Pistols,
Supertramp,
Quadrant,
The Associates,
Inner City,
Adolescents,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
The Misunderstood,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers,
Zero Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong,
Blossom Toes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Boz Scaggs,
June of 44,
Sällskapet,
Porter Ricks,
Skriet,
Motorama,
Brass Construction,
Thee Headcoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gabor Szabo,
Suicide,
Glenn Branca,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pierre Henry,
Infiniti,
Marine Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slackers,
Los Fastidios,
Minny Pops,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moody Blues,
Youth Brigade,
Rapeman,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.