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 Albania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Slits to the techno 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 marimba 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thee Headcoats,
Guru Guru,
Soulsonic Force,
Joy Division,
Roxette,
Clear Light,
Altered Images,
Don Cherry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Circle Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Eden Ahbez,
The Trojans,
Erasure,
Mantronix,
David Bowie,
The Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!,
The Cure,
The Associates,
Can,
Ossler,
A Certain Ratio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Hashim,
R.M.O.,
Fad Gadget,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mars,
Roy Ayers,
The Kinks,
The Sound,
DNA,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Halsall,
Aaron Thompson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Star Department,
Warren Ellis,
Jandek,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
Slick Rick,
Talk Talk,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.