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 Cameroon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Dual Sessions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy Collins,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roger Hodgson,
Darondo,
ABBA,
Masters at Work,
Niagra,
Surgeon,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Christie,
John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tubeway Army,
Second Layer,
Youth Brigade,
Clear Light,
Skarface,
Oneida,
The Invisible,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Hill,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kayak,
Don Cherry,
Television,
Eve St. Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Velvet Underground,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Stereo Dub,
Urselle,
Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül II,
Inner City,
Ice-T,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Names,
DNA,
Silicon Teens,
Bob Dylan,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.