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 Korea South and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Parry Music to the electroclash 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee,
cv313,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gories,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
Fatback Band,
Bauhaus,
Deadbeat,
Patti Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronan,
Audionom,
John Lydon,
Das Ding,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agent Orange,
Susan Cadogan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Don Cherry,
the Association,
Skriet,
Soulsonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Procol Harum,
Symarip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Wells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yazoo,
Scientists,
Cal Tjader,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Niagra,
Fat Boys,
Magma,
Whodini,
Masters at Work,
Babytalk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.