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 Germany and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pantytec to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marvin Gaye,
Ohio Players,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lungfish,
The Count Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Q65,
Mission of Burma,
One Last Wish,
The Young Rascals,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Holt,
Derrick Morgan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Massinfluence,
Arcadia,
Marmalade,
Pagans,
Cal Tjader,
Franke,
Dennis Brown,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott Heron,
OOIOO,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pretty Things,
Howard Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Silicon Teens,
Hashim,
Sun Ra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
Desert Stars,
Yellowson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Dolphy,
Urselle,
The Busters,
The Wake,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.