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 Liberia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jacob Miller to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
This Heat,
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
Radiohead,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
Sex Pistols,
The Techniques,
Jeff Lynne,
Circle Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gladiators,
Black Flag,
Cecil Taylor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Desert Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Clarke,
Sight & Sound,
Black Pus,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
Ponytail,
Theoretical Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fall,
The Golliwogs,
E-Dancer,
Cymande,
the Germs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Swans,
Porter Ricks,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
R.M.O.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
The Associates,
Skaos,
Aaron Thompson,
Don Cherry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magazine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Goldenarms,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deakin,
Excepter,
Marmalade,
Bobby Sherman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.