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 Uganda and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Sound Behaviour,
Sandy B,
Skriet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barry Ungar,
U.S. Maple,
Newcleus,
Slave,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
Blake Baxter,
Jacob Miller,
Severed Heads,
Das Ding,
Parry Music,
Aloha Tigers,
John Lydon,
Black Moon,
World's Most,
Brothers Johnson,
Pussy Galore,
Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Leonard Cohen,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nils Olav,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nirvana,
Drexciya,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camouflage,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
Robert Hood,
Thee Headcoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Colin Newman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arcadia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Slits,
Bad Manners,
In Retrospect,
Heaven 17,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.