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 Czech Republic and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Mark Hollis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scientists,
Second Layer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
The Remains,
The Searchers,
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
Nirvana,
T.S.O.L.,
Livin' Joy,
Tubeway Army,
Blancmange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat,
Archie Shepp,
Ultra Naté,
Ossler,
Hardrive,
Tommy Roe,
Chris & Cosey,
UT,
Oneida,
Agitation Free,
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Urselle,
Todd Rundgren,
Angry Samoans,
Sparks,
Susan Cadogan,
Bush Tetras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nils Olav,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Eden Ahbez,
Funkadelic,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonic Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Pierre Henry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Camouflage,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül II,
The Misunderstood,
Nas,
Make Up,
Organ,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.