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 South Sudan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Schoolly D to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare,
Circle Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan,
Pulsallama,
Sparks,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hasil Adkins,
Max Romeo,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fatback Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Raincoats,
The Doors,
JFA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Desert Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gun Club,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pere Ubu,
Crooked Eye,
Henry Cow,
Ronan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rakim,
Main Source,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Enemy,
The Techniques,
Au Pairs,
The Martian,
Bang On A Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Icehouse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick Morgan,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DNA,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.