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 United Kingdom and from Milan.
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 Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funkadelic,
Drive Like Jehu,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harmonia,
The Cramps,
The Divine Comedy,
The Neon Judgement,
Talk Talk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masters at Work,
Jerry's Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Sun Ra,
Howard Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Index,
Minny Pops,
X-102,
The Count Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Royal Trux,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rekid,
Procol Harum,
Juan Atkins,
Joensuu 1685,
The Index,
The Invisible,
T. Rex,
Magma,
The Moleskins,
Wally Richardson,
The Misunderstood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Wake,
D'Angelo,
The Slackers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alice Coltrane,
cv313,
Joe Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David McCallum,
Wire,
Rites of Spring,
Intrusion,
Chris & Cosey,
AZ,
Babytalk,
Pussy Galore,
the Association,
Lower 48,
Unrelated Segments,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sparks,
Basic Channel,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.