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 Philippines and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 The Gories to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Masters at Work,
The New Christs,
Peter and Kerry,
Maleditus Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Starr,
The Mummies,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Black Bananas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fad Gadget,
Lower 48,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
Public Enemy,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry's Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
The Residents,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers,
The Invisible,
Lungfish,
Sparks,
Massinfluence,
Mantronix,
The Slackers,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultravox,
La Düsseldorf,
Cecil Taylor,
Radio Birdman,
Brothers Johnson,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Moss Icon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moody Blues,
Ituana,
Cal Tjader,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magma,
Rites of Spring,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
Minny Pops,
Kayak,
Lalann,
Dark Day,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.