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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Holger Czukay 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 June Days to the techno 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare,
The Motions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
R.M.O.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mission of Burma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alton Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blackbyrds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Henry Cow,
Max Romeo,
Lou Christie,
The Dead C,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nils Olav,
Mad Mike,
The Durutti Column,
The Toasters,
Hasil Adkins,
Moby Grape,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Altered Images,
Joensuu 1685,
The Associates,
Mantronix,
Babytalk,
DJ Style,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Prunes,
Fear,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Supertramp,
Pantaleimon,
Accadde A,
Interpol,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funkadelic,
The Litter,
Gang of Four,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Clear Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Basic Channel,
Scion,
Scott Walker,
The Cure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faraquet,
Jacques Brel,
Saccharine Trust,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.