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 Japan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Delta 5 to the dance 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Bill Near,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Alison Limerick,
Livin' Joy,
The Selecter,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Second Layer,
Henry Cow,
The Five Americans,
Aaron Thompson,
Ten City,
Marc Almond,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül,
The Skatalites,
Quando Quango,
Lucky Dragons,
Fad Gadget,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra,
Sandy B,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
Flipper,
The Black Dice,
New Age Steppers,
Blossom Toes,
Tom Boy,
Robert Görl,
Make Up,
The Offenders,
Moss Icon,
Absolute Body Control,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Count Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Guru Guru,
Cybotron,
Intrusion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Last Poets,
Charles Mingus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tim Buckley,
Pere Ubu,
Ohio Players,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.