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 Thailand and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Avey Tare to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Don Cherry,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Hill,
Warren Ellis,
Funkadelic,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oblivians,
Masters at Work,
Reagan Youth,
Clear Light,
Make Up,
Laurel Aitken,
Sister Nancy,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
CMW,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Godley & Creme,
Public Image Ltd.,
K-Klass,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The American Breed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Birthday Party,
The Move,
Bill Wells,
Jawbox,
Ken Boothe,
Lindisfarne,
Heaven 17,
One Last Wish,
Agitation Free,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Christie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slackers,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
Arthur Verocai,
Reuben Wilson,
Los Fastidios,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Tremeloes,
The Black Dice,
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.