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 Dominican Republic and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rekid 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Malaria!,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells,
Sun Ra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
The Names,
Black Moon,
Theoretical Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crime,
Circle Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Count Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radio Birdman,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
Basic Channel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swell Maps,
Dave Gahan,
10cc,
the Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s,
Fugazi,
The Cowsills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Main Source,
Whodini,
The Fall,
Absolute Body Control,
Franke,
Grey Daturas,
Aswad,
Gabor Szabo,
La Düsseldorf,
Magazine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gladiators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners,
Kerri Chandler,
LL Cool J,
The Motions,
The Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Reuben Wilson,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.