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 Papua New Guinea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Normal to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
LL Cool J,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
Porter Ricks,
Bluetip,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
Easy Going,
The Skatalites,
Peter & Gordon,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Blake Baxter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Inner City,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Misunderstood,
MC5,
Visage,
Pussy Galore,
Technova,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Near,
Clear Light,
10cc,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funkadelic,
David Bowie,
Kurtis Blow,
Buzzcocks,
The Toasters,
The Doors,
Fear,
The Residents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Smog,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
Main Source,
Kayak,
Nico,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantaleimon,
Agent Orange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minutemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
The Moleskins,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
T.S.O.L.,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.