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 Brazil and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
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 marimba 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 Pagans to the rap 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick May,
Joensuu 1685,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Popol Vuh,
UT,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Womack,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
The American Breed,
Oblivians,
World's Most,
Half Japanese,
Kevin Saunderson,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
Joe Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Style,
Crime,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sister Nancy,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Almond,
Lyres,
the Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
Lakeside,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young,
Graham Central Station,
The Skatalites,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Carl Craig,
Susan Cadogan,
Schoolly D,
Shoche,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moby Grape,
ABBA,
B.T. Express,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Icehouse,
Ornette Coleman,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.