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 Afghanistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Association to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Morten Harket,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The American Breed,
Danielle Patucci,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Davy DMX,
John Coltrane,
Can,
The Smoke,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells,
The Raincoats,
The Pretty Things,
Con Funk Shun,
Fad Gadget,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalann,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronnie Foster,
Erasure,
Bronski Beat,
Symarip,
The J.B.'s,
Charles Mingus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cecil Taylor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flipper,
DJ Style,
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
Radio Birdman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
Fluxion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Trumans Water,
Sarah Menescal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.