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 Italy and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Sheep to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a theremin 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Invisible,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang of Four,
Vladislav Delay,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Lungfish,
Newcleus,
Arthur Verocai,
The Misunderstood,
Faraquet,
B.T. Express,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Boredoms,
Crooked Eye,
Underground Resistance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kaleidoscope,
Angry Samoans,
Warren Ellis,
Rakim,
Accadde A,
The Doors,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smoke,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
Magma,
Gong,
Brothers Johnson,
Sarah Menescal,
The Velvet Underground,
Banda Bassotti,
Davy DMX,
the Normal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smiths,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barry Ungar,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
Unrelated Segments,
The Golliwogs,
Niagra,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.