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 Portugal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ponytail 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
CMW,
Cymande,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stetsasonic,
Scion,
Newcleus,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
The United States of America,
Junior Murvin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rekid,
Marmalade,
Warren Ellis,
Make Up,
The Count Five,
Deepchord,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Trumans Water,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dead C,
John Lydon,
Warsaw,
Magma,
Clear Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Star Department,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Rod Modell,
Sight & Sound,
The Names,
Lalann,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
Ludus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
Crime,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Slits,
Ultravox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slave,
Whodini,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
Unwound,
Drexciya,
Supertramp,
Khruangbin,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.