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 India and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Aswad to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 harpsichord 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Henry Cow,
Nirvana,
Drexciya,
Harpers Bizarre,
Malaria!,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doors,
Bill Near,
The Kinks,
Liliput,
The Smiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
Pagans,
Hashim,
Scientists,
Mark Hollis,
Erykah Badu,
L. Decosne,
Magazine,
Idris Muhammad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
Oblivians,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
The Martian,
Deepchord,
The Grass Roots,
Massinfluence,
The Fall,
This Heat,
T. Rex,
Donny Hathaway,
Archie Shepp,
Warren Ellis,
Q and Not U,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hoover,
Kerri Chandler,
Darondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Fela Kuti,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hardrive,
Soft Machine,
The Fugs,
a-ha,
Metal Thangz,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.