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 Jordan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Fugs to the disco 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator 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 & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erasure,
H. Thieme,
Albert Ayler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Charles Mingus,
Barrington Levy,
The Associates,
John Holt,
T.S.O.L.,
Depeche Mode,
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Music Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare,
John Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Audionom,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
Fugazi,
Robert Hood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
Animal Collective,
The Smoke,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
a-ha,
Black Flag,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fat Boys,
EPMD,
Althea and Donna,
The Real Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Siglo XX,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
Pylon,
Soulsonic Force,
Quantec,
The Moleskins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Techniques,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.