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 Mali and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Bill Near to the rap 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 Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy Collins,
Q65,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed,
Funky Four + One,
the Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faraquet,
The Gories,
Ohio Players,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MDC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brass Construction,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Babytalk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
ABC,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Vogues,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
World's Most,
Model 500,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smoke,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Almond,
Althea and Donna,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
Half Japanese,
Boogie Down Productions,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flipper,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Visage,
Schoolly D,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.