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 Syria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Residents 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
Skriet,
Smog,
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Idris Muhammad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liliput,
Man Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Radio Birdman,
The Vogues,
The Cure,
Mark Hollis,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erasure,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxy Music,
June of 44,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
ABC,
LL Cool J,
Faust,
Pierre Henry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Holt,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Enemy,
The Wake,
Metal Thangz,
Maurizio,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Starr,
Althea and Donna,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faraquet,
Wasted Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eve St. Jones,
Fat Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
Ultravox,
X-102,
Nik Kershaw,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.