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 Belarus and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba 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 Black Bananas to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Bourne,
Delta 5,
Blossom Toes,
Alphaville,
Accadde A,
Isaac Hayes,
June Days,
The Gories,
Erasure,
Lungfish,
Derrick Morgan,
Colin Newman,
D'Angelo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bob Dylan,
Agitation Free,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Hood,
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mission of Burma,
Bang On A Can,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moebius,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joyce Sims,
The Standells,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
The Techniques,
The Wake,
Reagan Youth,
Television Personalities,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tres Demented,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Lyres,
The New Christs,
Boredoms,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.