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 Zambia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aswad to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Sex Pistols,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
Lungfish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
Boredoms,
Stiv Bators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
World's Most,
Lucky Dragons,
Juan Atkins,
Royal Trux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sister Nancy,
Eden Ahbez,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
Maleditus Sound,
The Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Susan Cadogan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Ohio Players,
The Mummies,
Moebius,
Skarface,
Interpol,
Loose Ends,
Joy Division,
The Selecter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Toni Rubio,
PIL,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Copeland,
The Wake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
Donny Hathaway,
Henry Cow,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radio Birdman,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.