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 Bolivia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Mummies to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Alphaville,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flipper,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Subhumans,
Sugar Minott,
Stiv Bators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Dual Sessions,
Masters at Work,
the Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
The Wake,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tim Buckley,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
Panda Bear,
Mandrill,
Mo-Dettes,
Cheater Slicks,
Yazoo,
Negative Approach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Christie,
Chris & Cosey,
D'Angelo,
Television,
Los Fastidios,
Bang On A Can,
Terry Callier,
John Holt,
Pagans,
The Misunderstood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Halsall,
Loose Ends,
Skarface,
Skaos,
The Smoke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oneida,
48th St. Collective,
K-Klass,
Easy Going,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris Corsano,
Zapp,
Y Pants,
Dawn Penn,
In Retrospect,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bush Tetras,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.