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 Colombia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Archie Shepp to the rock 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 a snare and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
June of 44,
Ultra Naté,
Minny Pops,
The Tremeloes,
Roger Hodgson,
Wire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Archie Shepp,
Royal Trux,
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Finger,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
Slick Rick,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
Deakin,
John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dirtbombs,
Rekid,
Icehouse,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash,
Duran Duran,
Pulsallama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
Anthony Braxton,
Sam Rivers,
The Raincoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fela Kuti,
Adolescents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wings,
Dennis Brown,
Von Mondo,
Suicide,
Supertramp,
Gabor Szabo,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
Connie Case,
Sex Pistols,
Thompson Twins,
Aswad,
Flipper,
The Alarm Clocks,
Patti Smith,
Subhumans,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.