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 Djibouti and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 David McCallum to the disco 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a guitar 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultravox,
The Gories,
Sister Nancy,
Infiniti,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swell Maps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gun Club,
Crooked Eye,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smiths,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
Ituana,
Darondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rekid,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantytec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anthony Braxton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
Cameo,
Make Up,
A Certain Ratio,
UT,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
Scion,
Suburban Knight,
The Residents,
Joe Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Mars,
the Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minor Threat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deepchord,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cybotron,
Q65,
Magma,
Juan Atkins,
Parry Music,
Qualms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.