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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Little Man to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a theremin and a sitar 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Zapp,
The Cowsills,
Amazonics,
Hoover,
Kurtis Blow,
Iggy Pop,
Tommy Roe,
X-101,
Pulsallama,
The Kinks,
Duran Duran,
Brick,
Little Man,
cv313,
Archie Shepp,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Technova,
Aural Exciters,
Bang On A Can,
John Foxx,
Lalann,
Matthew Halsall,
Eurythmics,
Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Lindisfarne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gories,
The Wake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Steve Hackett,
The Vogues,
Kaleidoscope,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cluster,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Machine,
The Count Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke,
Q65,
June Days,
Von Mondo,
The Moody Blues,
Barry Ungar,
The Misunderstood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pere Ubu,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dead C,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
John Lydon,
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.