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 Halifax.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 MDC to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Grass Roots,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
Sonic Youth,
Smog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crash Course in Science,
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
Angry Samoans,
Pantaleimon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arcadia,
The Black Dice,
Motorama,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MC5,
Tommy Roe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zapp,
Godley & Creme,
Flash Fearless,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blues Magoos,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Fugazi,
Make Up,
PIL,
Ten City,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Saccharine Trust,
Japan,
New Order,
Lower 48,
E-Dancer,
Sugar Minott,
Vainqueur,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
Joey Negro,
The Fuzztones,
Das Ding,
Amazonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.