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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Nick Fraelich to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Birthday Party,
Lucky Dragons,
Radio Birdman,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blackbyrds,
Dead Boys,
Charles Mingus,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Aaron Thompson,
Pole,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
The Music Machine,
Joy Division,
La Düsseldorf,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hardrive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy Collins,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
Gong,
Cheater Slicks,
The United States of America,
B.T. Express,
June Days,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
Saccharine Trust,
10cc,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Simply Red,
Tres Demented,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
Heaven 17,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Average White Band,
LL Cool J,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix,
Piero Umiliani,
Joyce Sims,
Yusef Lateef,
Brick,
a-ha,
Porter Ricks,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.