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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 the Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Steve Hackett,
Joey Negro,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey,
Charles Mingus,
Don Cherry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oneida,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy,
Motorama,
Fat Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
The Last Poets,
The Happenings,
CMW,
Pere Ubu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Womack,
Howard Jones,
This Heat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
Nik Kershaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Porter Ricks,
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
The Blackbyrds,
Sight & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Carl Craig,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
the Bar-Kays,
The Trojans,
Roger Hodgson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Terry,
China Crisis,
Boz Scaggs,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
Unrelated Segments,
K-Klass,
JFA,
Monks,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.