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 East Timor and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rock 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
B.T. Express,
Darondo,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cramps,
Andrew Hill,
Quando Quango,
the Bar-Kays,
Scan 7,
The Barracudas,
David Bowie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young,
Zapp,
Brick,
Average White Band,
Kas Product,
Fela Kuti,
Stiv Bators,
Make Up,
Sun Ra,
Al Stewart,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Starr,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suicide,
Smog,
MC5,
Franke,
Lou Christie,
Susan Cadogan,
Interpol,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantytec,
The Associates,
Babytalk,
Skaos,
The Trojans,
Ten City,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantaleimon,
the Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vainqueur,
Pere Ubu,
Ituana,
Sun City Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sandy B,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.