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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Supertramp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Easy Going,
Hashim,
Alphaville,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dirtbombs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Flag,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young,
Joyce Sims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stiv Bators,
The Moody Blues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delta 5,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
Babytalk,
The Toasters,
Essential Logic,
The Fuzztones,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
Basic Channel,
Morten Harket,
Black Pus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nas,
Lucky Dragons,
Amazonics,
Skriet,
Erasure,
Carl Craig,
Althea and Donna,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wolf Eyes,
Rufus Thomas,
Arcadia,
L. Decosne,
Bush Tetras,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
Goldenarms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
JFA,
Amon Düül,
Youth Brigade,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.