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 Benin and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Khruangbin 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Barbara Tucker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Zeros,
Trumans Water,
Cymande,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Connie Case,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
Fat Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Sneak,
Ohio Players,
The Names,
Average White Band,
MC5,
F. McDonald,
E-Dancer,
Fela Kuti,
Vladislav Delay,
Ponytail,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Boz Scaggs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
The Fortunes,
JFA,
48th St. Collective,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rites of Spring,
Pierre Henry,
The Motions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Last Poets,
The Residents,
Unrelated Segments,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Grass Roots,
Loose Ends,
Supertramp,
Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Görl,
Juan Atkins,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.