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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Searchers to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flash Fearless,
Kerri Chandler,
Severed Heads,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Bananas,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
Minor Threat,
Slave,
Mandrill,
Urselle,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donald Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Black Dice,
Joey Negro,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slackers,
Schoolly D,
Newcleus,
Bill Wells,
Von Mondo,
Gang Green,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Halsall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jandek,
Lyres,
the Slits,
The Cure,
Goldenarms,
Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
a-ha,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lindisfarne,
Wally Richardson,
Fad Gadget,
Henry Cow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.