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 Bhutan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Joy Division,
Deakin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
AZ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monks,
The Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Popol Vuh,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
World's Most,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
Essential Logic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Moby Grape,
Ronnie Foster,
Lyres,
Nik Kershaw,
The Golliwogs,
Erasure,
The Five Americans,
Swell Maps,
Maurizio,
Sixth Finger,
Scan 7,
The Birthday Party,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Names,
Black Bananas,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Trojans,
Bauhaus,
Gang Starr,
Eli Mardock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mo-Dettes,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
Fat Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.