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 Micronesia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Michelle Simonal to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brothers Johnson,
Tom Boy,
Brass Construction,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
Clear Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dead Boys,
The Fugs,
DJ Style,
The Martian,
Jandek,
New Age Steppers,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacques Brel,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bronski Beat,
Von Mondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Zeros,
Moebius,
Dawn Penn,
Easy Going,
MC5,
the Sonics,
Bill Near,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Franke,
Flamin' Groovies,
La Düsseldorf,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bob Dylan,
Pagans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aswad,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon,
MDC,
John Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Section 25,
Parry Music,
Banda Bassotti,
The Black Dice,
Sound Behaviour,
Neu!,
Ten City,
L. Decosne,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.