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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blues Magoos,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sound,
Scott Walker,
Freddie Wadling,
Average White Band,
Blossom Toes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brothers Johnson,
Tim Buckley,
Whodini,
Sällskapet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Christie,
The Gap Band,
The Knickerbockers,
The Count Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wire,
Parry Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABBA,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monks,
The Last Poets,
Nirvana,
The Index,
The Techniques,
Yazoo,
Maurizio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang of Four,
The Shadows of Knight,
Iggy Pop,
Tommy Roe,
Royal Trux,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Terry,
Nik Kershaw,
Can,
Malaria!,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
Franke,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television,
The Move,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nils Olav,
The Associates,
Brand Nubian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.