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 Guyana and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Q65 to the funk 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy Collins,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
Swell Maps,
Stetsasonic,
Shoche,
Terry Callier,
The Index,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ornette Coleman,
LL Cool J,
Ludus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unwound,
Fugazi,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Star Department,
Eve St. Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Von Mondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marmalade,
The Smoke,
The Birthday Party,
Letta Mbulu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacob Miller,
Dennis Brown,
These Immortal Souls,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
Skaos,
Parry Music,
Wire,
Royal Trux,
Altered Images,
Youth Brigade,
Buzzcocks,
Piero Umiliani,
John Foxx,
Bang On A Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Bourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Crime,
Spandau Ballet,
The Angels of Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Teasers,
The Misunderstood,
Rod Modell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Holt,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.