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 El Salvador and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Boogie Down Productions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yellowson,
The Index,
Simply Red,
Idris Muhammad,
Franke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
Black Flag,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
Essential Logic,
Bang On A Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
Deepchord,
Terrestrial Tones,
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stetsasonic,
China Crisis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eve St. Jones,
David Axelrod,
Wings,
Marvin Gaye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalann,
The Residents,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
The Kinks,
Nirvana,
Rod Modell,
The Fuzztones,
Sister Nancy,
Terry Callier,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neu!,
Moss Icon,
Soft Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül,
Popol Vuh,
Underground Resistance,
The Selecter,
Bluetip,
The Music Machine,
Soft Cell,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.