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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Sound Behaviour to the disco 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Wells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Drexciya,
The United States of America,
Sixth Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Residents,
The Invisible,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Peter and Kerry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Velvet Underground,
Television Personalities,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arab on Radar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
L. Decosne,
Popol Vuh,
Minutemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
Au Pairs,
Pierre Henry,
Inner City,
The Real Kids,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
The Stooges,
Depeche Mode,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liliput,
Wally Richardson,
Marmalade,
Joe Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Massinfluence,
Slave,
Howard Jones,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Buckinghams,
Fugazi,
JFA,
Section 25,
Fela Kuti,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.