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 Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Arthur Verocai to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jandek,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tom Boy,
Tim Buckley,
K-Klass,
Kas Product,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
Prince Buster,
U.S. Maple,
Lakeside,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Urselle,
These Immortal Souls,
Japan,
Infiniti,
The Zeros,
Mars,
Qualms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Althea and Donna,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bluetip,
the Sonics,
the Association,
Sister Nancy,
DNA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
Marcia Griffiths,
Talk Talk,
Morten Harket,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aswad,
Anthony Braxton,
Surgeon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ludus,
Hashim,
This Heat,
Connie Case,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
The Human League,
The Kinks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.