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 Laos and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Toni Rubio to the punk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Nils Olav,
Sight & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
The Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Pierre Henry,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lyres,
Pole,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minor Threat,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
The Selecter,
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
L. Decosne,
The Five Americans,
The Last Poets,
Easy Going,
Excepter,
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
Roger Hodgson,
Erykah Badu,
Crash Course in Science,
Glenn Branca,
Max Romeo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scrapy,
Dennis Brown,
JFA,
Ten City,
The Martian,
Sugar Minott,
Black Moon,
John Lydon,
Scan 7,
Buzzcocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Junior Murvin,
Lindisfarne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
Rod Modell,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monolake,
The Leaves,
Scientists,
Dead Boys,
The Evens,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.