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 Kyrgyzstan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 the Fania All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erykah Badu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo,
Amazonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bob Dylan,
Thee Headcoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
Nils Olav,
Minnie Riperton,
Severed Heads,
John Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dead Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tommy Roe,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camouflage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Altered Images,
Minutemen,
Tres Demented,
Archie Shepp,
D'Angelo,
The Offenders,
Ponytail,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Davy DMX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Main Source,
Clear Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Eurythmics,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Suicide,
T.S.O.L.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.