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 Samoa and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Audionom to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra,
Main Source,
Lyres,
One Last Wish,
Sparks,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers,
Half Japanese,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
cv313,
FM Einheit,
Public Enemy,
JFA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantaleimon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Negative Approach,
Bush Tetras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fugazi,
Heaven 17,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
The Seeds,
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ice-T,
Liliput,
48th St. Collective,
Erasure,
MDC,
Shoche,
Sun City Girls,
Quando Quango,
Aloha Tigers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Durutti Column,
Symarip,
These Immortal Souls,
Letta Mbulu,
Boredoms,
the Germs,
the Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Wasted Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Au Pairs,
K-Klass,
Zapp,
Ken Boothe,
Interpol,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fortunes,
Rekid,
Crooked Eye,
Black Moon,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.