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 Iran and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Funky Four + One to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Moby Grape,
Arthur Verocai,
June of 44,
Simply Red,
Mandrill,
The Selecter,
Wolf Eyes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arcadia,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mummies,
Infiniti,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
Fifty Foot Hose,
E-Dancer,
New Order,
Lalann,
Ultimate Spinach,
Buzzcocks,
Eurythmics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June Days,
Nils Olav,
The Birthday Party,
Television Personalities,
OOIOO,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cybotron,
Agitation Free,
Nas,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
Brand Nubian,
The Leaves,
Angry Samoans,
The Toasters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
EPMD,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slave,
Connie Case,
Bush Tetras,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Mission of Burma,
the Germs,
Mad Mike,
Youth Brigade,
Susan Cadogan,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.