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 Dominica and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Danielle Patucci to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
Hashim,
Susan Cadogan,
Unrelated Segments,
Pylon,
Matthew Halsall,
Royal Trux,
Isaac Hayes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swans,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
B.T. Express,
This Heat,
Black Pus,
Michelle Simonal,
Hardrive,
Graham Central Station,
Skriet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June Days,
Barry Ungar,
Dark Day,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
Bauhaus,
Intrusion,
The Mummies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Clear Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crime,
Los Fastidios,
The Dead C,
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
Soft Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Pulsallama,
Khruangbin,
Suburban Knight,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster,
Sarah Menescal,
Minnie Riperton,
Unwound,
Country Teasers,
Fugazi,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
Junior Murvin,
the Germs,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.