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 Vietnam and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Japan to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marine Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Subhumans,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Inner City,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun City Girls,
B.T. Express,
Jandek,
Soft Cell,
cv313,
Surgeon,
Skriet,
Babytalk,
Clear Light,
Ultra Naté,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacques Brel,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sixth Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Interpol,
Duran Duran,
Banda Bassotti,
Max Romeo,
The Black Dice,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
Qualms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
The New Christs,
Hashim,
The Dirtbombs,
Gichy Dan,
Quantec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Talk Talk,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pop Group,
Oblivians,
Gabor Szabo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mad Mike,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scratch Acid,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smoke,
Derrick May,
The Associates,
The Stooges,
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.