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 Algeria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Anthony Braxton to the techno 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Eddi Front,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quadrant,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
Kaleidoscope,
Rapeman,
Joe Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donny Hathaway,
Zero Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Stiv Bators,
The Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul Sonic Force,
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-101,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
KRS-One,
Essential Logic,
Subhumans,
AZ,
Eve St. Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Starr,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Flag,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare,
Babytalk,
Public Enemy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pretty Things,
Ice-T,
Bad Manners,
Robert Wyatt,
Von Mondo,
The Smoke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scientists,
Surgeon,
Ossler,
Goldenarms,
Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Tom Boy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mojo Men,
the Slits,
Dark Day,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.