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 France and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Surgeon to the jazz 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Susan Cadogan,
Sight & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fortunes,
Y Pants,
Thompson Twins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terry Callier,
The Pretty Things,
Donny Hathaway,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Max Romeo,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
Minutemen,
Gong,
the Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
R.M.O.,
Freddie Wadling,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse,
Archie Shepp,
Roxette,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smoke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare,
The Last Poets,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harpers Bizarre,
Josef K,
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
Fat Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig,
Cymande,
Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Scan 7,
Sugar Minott,
Newcleus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Maleditus Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Axelrod,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.