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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 Joey Negro to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a spring reverb 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Main Source,
Rod Modell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dual Sessions,
This Heat,
Matthew Halsall,
Newcleus,
Lyres,
Scan 7,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim,
Interpol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skarface,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Massinfluence,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unwound,
The Smiths,
Malaria!,
Youth Brigade,
Oneida,
Marvin Gaye,
Subhumans,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Zero Boys,
Infiniti,
Kaleidoscope,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
Terry Callier,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
KRS-One,
Black Sheep,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Victims,
Audionom,
Harmonia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Carl Craig,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drexciya,
Mission of Burma,
The Gun Club,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.