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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pylon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Pus,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Associates,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spoonie Gee,
Magma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells,
The Vogues,
DNA,
The Real Kids,
the Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris & Cosey,
X-101,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Audionom,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
Boredoms,
The Doors,
Das Ding,
Gerry Rafferty,
Severed Heads,
Derrick May,
Gabor Szabo,
Blake Baxter,
Wasted Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nico,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yaz,
Icehouse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suburban Knight,
Delta 5,
Fear,
Accadde A,
the Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hardrive,
Urselle,
Skaos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.