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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
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 Johnny Osbourne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
EPMD,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Symarip,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Invisible,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
The Pretty Things,
Outsiders,
KRS-One,
The Fortunes,
Technova,
Minny Pops,
kango's stein massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
Massinfluence,
the Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Zeros,
Fear,
Ornette Coleman,
Camberwell Now,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
Gang of Four,
Niagra,
Delta 5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
Sight & Sound,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
Bauhaus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Smog,
Althea and Donna,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Copeland,
Lalann,
Spoonie Gee,
The Five Americans,
Joey Negro,
Rekid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Joy Division,
Vainqueur,
Panda Bear,
Livin' Joy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.