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 Croatia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 U.S. Maple to the grunge 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deadbeat,
The Happenings,
Tears for Fears,
Harmonia,
Swans,
Franke,
The Martian,
Darondo,
Unwound,
The Remains,
Sex Pistols,
Bob Dylan,
The Mojo Men,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sparks,
Stetsasonic,
The Angels of Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Von Mondo,
Leonard Cohen,
H. Thieme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultra Naté,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
Terry Callier,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MDC,
OOIOO,
The Invisible,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
The Dead C,
Magazine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Simply Red,
Adolescents,
The Count Five,
DJ Sneak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ossler,
Maurizio,
Make Up,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MC5,
Motorama,
X-101,
Desert Stars,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.