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 Serbia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Tears for Fears to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
Rufus Thomas,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barrington Levy,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marvin Gaye,
The Vogues,
E-Dancer,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
Fugazi,
The Slackers,
The Litter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
June of 44,
Godley & Creme,
the Germs,
Archie Shepp,
Reagan Youth,
K-Klass,
Section 25,
The J.B.'s,
The Golliwogs,
Scan 7,
Scientists,
Mr. Review,
Ossler,
Ponytail,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
Dennis Brown,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
Marine Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
FM Einheit,
Clear Light,
Mad Mike,
Marmalade,
Mandrill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.