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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Los Fastidios to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Leonard Cohen,
Harry Pussy,
New Age Steppers,
Clear Light,
Shoche,
Ten City,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Bananas,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Sneak,
Jacob Miller,
Gichy Dan,
Simply Red,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter & Gordon,
Popol Vuh,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
Severed Heads,
Banda Bassotti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Clarke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Moon,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pop Group,
Flipper,
Yazoo,
The Beau Brummels,
Charles Mingus,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Subhumans,
The Smoke,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Smog,
These Immortal Souls,
Alton Ellis,
Jandek,
Marshall Jefferson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boredoms,
UT,
Spandau Ballet,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.