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 Burkina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül,
Ornette Coleman,
Lightning Bolt,
Theoretical Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
Simply Red,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Henry Cow,
Quantec,
Matthew Halsall,
The Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Flag,
CMW,
Amazonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantaleimon,
The Moody Blues,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
Altered Images,
Lalann,
Colin Newman,
Main Source,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters,
OOIOO,
Gichy Dan,
Sex Pistols,
The Selecter,
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun City Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
Moss Icon,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Pus,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.