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 Belize and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moebius,
The Slackers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers,
Scrapy,
Excepter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
T.S.O.L.,
The Neon Judgement,
Neu!,
The Searchers,
LL Cool J,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Hill,
Deadbeat,
Black Moon,
Qualms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
a-ha,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter and Kerry,
The Human League,
U.S. Maple,
Spandau Ballet,
Swans,
cv313,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Modern Lovers,
Reagan Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Model 500,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Stooges,
Ituana,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Dolphy,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
Kurtis Blow,
Liliput,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crime,
Cecil Taylor,
Marmalade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Newcleus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
Aswad,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.