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 Canada and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Warsaw to the electroclash 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Underground Resistance,
David Bowie,
Slick Rick,
The Real Kids,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Red Krayola,
Joey Negro,
The Buckinghams,
Panda Bear,
Nico,
The Residents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronnie Foster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Sound Behaviour,
The Litter,
Rod Modell,
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Popol Vuh,
Josef K,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Malaria!,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
Cameo,
cv313,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
Sparks,
Gang of Four,
Boredoms,
X-102,
The Last Poets,
Aaron Thompson,
Deadbeat,
Crime,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sugar Minott,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Clear Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wasted Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pylon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dead Boys,
Ludus,
EPMD,
The Techniques,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.