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 Tuvalu and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Derrick May to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James White and The Blacks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Invisible,
Crash Course in Science,
Dual Sessions,
Cymande,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New York Dolls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Swell Maps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moby Grape,
Television Personalities,
The Smoke,
Albert Ayler,
Byron Stingily,
Oblivians,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Pus,
Bill Wells,
Bauhaus,
The United States of America,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Darondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul II Soul,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zero Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q65,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II,
The Walker Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
Ken Boothe,
Das Ding,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
Fat Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare,
Erykah Badu,
Schoolly D,
Scion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.