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 the UAE and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ice-T,
Public Image Ltd.,
Easy Going,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smoke,
Fad Gadget,
Can,
Ronan,
The Red Krayola,
Radiohead,
Fugazi,
Vladislav Delay,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker,
Suburban Knight,
The Litter,
Yellowson,
Kayak,
Soul II Soul,
The Dirtbombs,
Funkadelic,
Pere Ubu,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Happenings,
Graham Central Station,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Radio Birdman,
Schoolly D,
D'Angelo,
Dual Sessions,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
Lou Reed,
Outsiders,
Newcleus,
Fela Kuti,
Fatback Band,
The Techniques,
The Raincoats,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
Half Japanese,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eden Ahbez,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
Moebius,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tom Boy,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.