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 Andorra and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Man Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Soul II Soul,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mr. Review,
The Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Maurizio,
Eve St. Jones,
the Germs,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fugs,
Rod Modell,
Fugazi,
June Days,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bush Tetras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Clear Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Don Cherry,
Scrapy,
Icehouse,
Johnny Clarke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pussy Galore,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Dolphy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minny Pops,
Infiniti,
Liliput,
The J.B.'s,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Ten City,
Todd Terry,
Cybotron,
Schoolly D,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.