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 Maldives and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Dark Day to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fela Kuti,
Sun City Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
H. Thieme,
The Standells,
X-102,
Dark Day,
The Black Dice,
Monolake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Niagra,
Desert Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Almond,
Archie Shepp,
The Smoke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marine Girls,
The Gladiators,
Camberwell Now,
Minny Pops,
L. Decosne,
Kerri Chandler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
The Gun Club,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Hill,
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Rosa Yemen,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw,
Stereo Dub,
Judy Mowatt,
The J.B.'s,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.