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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rosa Yemen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Steve Hackett,
The Blues Magoos,
Prince Buster,
Kas Product,
Joey Negro,
Groovy Waters,
Angry Samoans,
Tim Buckley,
Faust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kayak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
UT,
Rod Modell,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Selecter,
Goldenarms,
June of 44,
Graham Central Station,
Peter and Kerry,
The Techniques,
Nik Kershaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
LL Cool J,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Near,
Dark Day,
Donald Byrd,
Lakeside,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Clear Light,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The United States of America,
Wire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arthur Verocai,
Ice-T,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.