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 Solomon Islands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Curtis Mayfield 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Marmalade,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Royal Trux,
The Red Krayola,
the Swans,
Black Moon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agent Orange,
The Offenders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
kango's stein massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Gabor Szabo,
Harmonia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
The Remains,
The Beau Brummels,
T. Rex,
The Gun Club,
Maleditus Sound,
Joy Division,
Kayak,
Television,
Danielle Patucci,
John Lydon,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Golliwogs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul II Soul,
Mark Hollis,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Trumans Water,
Crime,
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
Inner City,
Au Pairs,
Con Funk Shun,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
In Retrospect,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Parry Music,
Ice-T,
Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.