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 Jamaica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Womack to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Charles Mingus,
David McCallum,
Zapp,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
Chris & Cosey,
Q65,
Make Up,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magma,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blackbyrds,
Supertramp,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pagans,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
Ice-T,
Bill Near,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry,
Parry Music,
Nils Olav,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rufus Thomas,
Quadrant,
Trumans Water,
Masters at Work,
Sällskapet,
Section 25,
Josef K,
Lakeside,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
Donald Byrd,
June of 44,
John Holt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
Suicide,
Howard Jones,
Colin Newman,
Basic Channel,
Rekid,
Jawbox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Theoretical Girls,
Morten Harket,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.