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 Slovenia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Franke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Hood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suicide,
F. McDonald,
Spoonie Gee,
The Offenders,
The Stooges,
Swell Maps,
John Cale,
The Slits,
Ten City,
Lou Christie,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultravox,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
Organ,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
Nas,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed,
Thompson Twins,
Moby Grape,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül,
The Toasters,
E-Dancer,
U.S. Maple,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MDC,
Maleditus Sound,
Mandrill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Newcleus,
The Music Machine,
Jawbox,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra,
The Barracudas,
Black Pus,
Aaron Thompson,
Barry Ungar,
the Association,
Television,
Bootsy Collins,
Pole,
Model 500,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.