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 Comoros and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Siglo XX to the techno 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
U.S. Maple,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young,
Urselle,
Audionom,
Magma,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris Corsano,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bauhaus,
The Leaves,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Tremeloes,
A Certain Ratio,
Siglo XX,
Drexciya,
MDC,
Sight & Sound,
JFA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Wings,
The United States of America,
The Gun Club,
Amazonics,
Sixth Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Holt,
Warsaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare,
Accadde A,
Robert Wyatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Martian,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
Simply Red,
Soft Machine,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
Isaac Hayes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Buckinghams,
Charles Mingus,
Fela Kuti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Raincoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cal Tjader,
Q and Not U,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Busters,
OOIOO,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.