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 Macedonia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grunge 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
JFA,
Black Bananas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Move,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan,
Mandrill,
T. Rex,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Almond,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
Wire,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gories,
Scion,
Gabor Szabo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Japan,
Deakin,
KRS-One,
Minor Threat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skarface,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reagan Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MDC,
Roy Ayers,
Fat Boys,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
K-Klass,
Anakelly,
Tommy Roe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Names,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cheater Slicks,
Erasure,
Dual Sessions,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Fraelich,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scan 7,
The Leaves,
Cymande,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.