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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
E-Dancer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
Das Ding,
Sarah Menescal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shuggie Otis,
Brothers Johnson,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
The Offenders,
The Residents,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Byrd,
OOIOO,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter and Kerry,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
The Knickerbockers,
Don Cherry,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cybotron,
Roxette,
Ponytail,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Evens,
Magazine,
Boz Scaggs,
Magma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Josef K,
Whodini,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
Liliput,
Jawbox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
Television,
The Gories,
Idris Muhammad,
Porter Ricks,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Public Enemy,
Toni Rubio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Panda Bear,
Skriet,
Avey Tare,
Main Source,
Loose Ends,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.