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 Guatemala and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 John Foxx 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Mr. Review,
KRS-One,
The Misunderstood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Excepter,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ken Boothe,
Gabor Szabo,
Brick,
Rufus Thomas,
Sällskapet,
The Dirtbombs,
Tim Buckley,
The Gun Club,
X-101,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Lyres,
The Cowsills,
The Velvet Underground,
LL Cool J,
B.T. Express,
Fear,
Magazine,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler,
The Busters,
D'Angelo,
Robert Wyatt,
Liliput,
Pantytec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cal Tjader,
The Fall,
Soulsonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
JFA,
Wally Richardson,
Kayak,
Marvin Gaye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nils Olav,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kas Product,
Easy Going,
Magma,
Jeff Mills,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick May,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minutemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Section 25,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.