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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 The Associates to the grunge 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
This Heat,
Arab on Radar,
Sandy B,
Minny Pops,
Godley & Creme,
Negative Approach,
Althea and Donna,
New Order,
Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nas,
Ossler,
John Holt,
The Techniques,
Brick,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
E-Dancer,
Nils Olav,
John Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Sneak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Whodini,
Youth Brigade,
The Dead C,
Lower 48,
Accadde A,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
Anthony Braxton,
Spoonie Gee,
The Names,
Gang of Four,
Aloha Tigers,
Janne Schatter,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Clarke,
Fela Kuti,
Albert Ayler,
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
Dawn Penn,
The Real Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Drexciya,
Pierre Henry,
Jacques Brel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.