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 Belarus and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Lou Reed,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Womack,
Hot Snakes,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Association,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronnie Foster,
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
Q65,
Minny Pops,
Chris & Cosey,
the Slits,
Outsiders,
Newcleus,
Davy DMX,
Slick Rick,
Eddi Front,
Hasil Adkins,
Surgeon,
Eve St. Jones,
CMW,
The Grass Roots,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Minnie Riperton,
Neu!,
Swell Maps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nirvana,
Erasure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anthony Braxton,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Flag,
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
Cheater Slicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Infiniti,
Sonic Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cybotron,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.