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 Bahrain and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grime 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Popol Vuh,
Hardrive,
The Fall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brass Construction,
H. Thieme,
Kayak,
Flash Fearless,
The Neon Judgement,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doors,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rotary Connection,
Moby Grape,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
Vainqueur,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Depeche Mode,
The Dirtbombs,
June of 44,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roger Hodgson,
In Retrospect,
Terry Callier,
Suicide,
Half Japanese,
These Immortal Souls,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blackbyrds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks,
Jandek,
John Foxx,
The Star Department,
X-102,
The Vogues,
Panda Bear,
Silicon Teens,
Glenn Branca,
Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Sam Rivers,
Aswad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Durutti Column,
Neu!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warren Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs,
Matthew Bourne,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.