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 Albania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the funk 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
JFA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Durutti Column,
The Real Kids,
AZ,
The Remains,
T.S.O.L.,
The Offenders,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
Gang of Four,
Main Source,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Womack,
Black Pus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Style,
Swell Maps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Adolescents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
Panda Bear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marine Girls,
The Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
Zapp,
Crooked Eye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Laurel Aitken,
Sugar Minott,
Marmalade,
Organ,
Fluxion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
Faraquet,
Von Mondo,
Lungfish,
Camberwell Now,
The Walker Brothers,
Das Ding,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barbara Tucker,
Tom Boy,
The Associates,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.