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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 Zapp to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Eurythmics,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Toni Rubio,
10cc,
The Cosmic Jokers,
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
In Retrospect,
The New Christs,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Busters,
Moebius,
Warsaw,
The Gories,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Angels of Light,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Max Romeo,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro,
Drexciya,
Graham Central Station,
The Cure,
Interpol,
Blake Baxter,
Kayak,
Flipper,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hardrive,
Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ice-T,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers,
Liliput,
Roger Hodgson,
Thee Headcoats,
Panda Bear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
Eddi Front,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slits,
John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gun Club,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.