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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Slits to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and an organ 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vladislav Delay,
Spandau Ballet,
48th St. Collective,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
Jandek,
Hot Snakes,
Spoonie Gee,
Eve St. Jones,
Masters at Work,
The Young Rascals,
Deadbeat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Hill,
ABC,
Adolescents,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Clarke,
the Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Bananas,
Dawn Penn,
Monolake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unrelated Segments,
The Motions,
The Dirtbombs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Qualms,
Motorama,
The Associates,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Barracudas,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scan 7,
Freddie Wadling,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Archie Shepp,
Joensuu 1685,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Jawbox,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Copeland,
Metal Thangz,
Nik Kershaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Hashim,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Womack,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.