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 Iceland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Animal Collective to the punk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
David McCallum,
Infiniti,
Ice-T,
Kayak,
Urselle,
Mandrill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pussy Galore,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Arthur Verocai,
The Divine Comedy,
Subhumans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Knickerbockers,
Saccharine Trust,
Negative Approach,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
John Lydon,
Bauhaus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
Blossom Toes,
Steve Hackett,
Porter Ricks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Golliwogs,
Absolute Body Control,
Agent Orange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Interpol,
Leonard Cohen,
Technova,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June of 44,
Angry Samoans,
Kaleidoscope,
Marmalade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dawn Penn,
Dead Boys,
Intrusion,
the Normal,
Eurythmics,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Axelrod,
Shoche,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.