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 Solomon Islands and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Derrick May to the funk 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Goldenarms,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Sheep,
R.M.O.,
Gang Starr,
Black Moon,
Jeff Lynne,
Rod Modell,
Laurel Aitken,
Duran Duran,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
Grauzone,
Monolake,
June Days,
The Martian,
The Walker Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Tim Buckley,
Ken Boothe,
The Gladiators,
LL Cool J,
Metal Thangz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tommy Roe,
The Move,
Tom Boy,
Minny Pops,
Pylon,
Oblivians,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
the Germs,
Fela Kuti,
Blancmange,
Flash Fearless,
Hasil Adkins,
Rites of Spring,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine,
Bill Near,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q and Not U,
The Offenders,
Skaos,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker,
Al Stewart,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
Crooked Eye,
Lungfish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Essential Logic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Jacob Miller,
Warren Ellis,
Second Layer,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.