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 Iraq and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a 808 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
cv313,
Blancmange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Henry Cow,
The Gladiators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eddi Front,
Motorama,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
DJ Sneak,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-101,
Clear Light,
Severed Heads,
Eric Dolphy,
Moby Grape,
Zero Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
The Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra,
Jacob Miller,
Black Bananas,
The Sound,
Warsaw,
Tommy Roe,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barry Ungar,
The Buckinghams,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
Duran Duran,
Bronski Beat,
John Foxx,
Country Teasers,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Black Dice,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-102,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Parrish,
EPMD,
The Remains,
The Electric Prunes,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.