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 Bolivia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pantytec to the funk 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Zapp,
F. McDonald,
The Selecter,
Colin Newman,
Stetsasonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare,
The Tremeloes,
Cybotron,
Junior Murvin,
Cymande,
Sixth Finger,
Bad Manners,
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
UT,
The Flesh Eaters,
Section 25,
June Days,
the Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
Gabor Szabo,
Motorama,
Alphaville,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heaven 17,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Panda Bear,
Young Marble Giants,
The Invisible,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Moon,
Lebanon Hanover,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-102,
Bobby Womack,
EPMD,
Black Flag,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Basic Channel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Names,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül II,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Buzzcocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.