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 Nigeria and from New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Mandrill to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a snare 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sandy B,
Negative Approach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Hood,
Ultra Naté,
Cymande,
Stockholm Monsters,
The New Christs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quando Quango,
The Blackbyrds,
Davy DMX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter,
L. Decosne,
Y Pants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Count Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slackers,
OOIOO,
Wings,
Brass Construction,
Whodini,
Rod Modell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Lakeside,
the Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Bourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
The Slits,
Marmalade,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
Frankie Knuckles,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
Vainqueur,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suburban Knight,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.