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 Brunei and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 KRS-One to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
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 Slackers,
Juan Atkins,
LL Cool J,
Donny Hathaway,
Camberwell Now,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
Saccharine Trust,
Erasure,
Peter and Kerry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
F. McDonald,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monolake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Move,
The Victims,
Donald Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
Silicon Teens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aswad,
Derrick May,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Sheep,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Clarke,
Joyce Sims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June Days,
Connie Case,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
Albert Ayler,
The Count Five,
Oblivians,
Blancmange,
The Misunderstood,
Y Pants,
The Raincoats,
kango's stein massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ludus,
Mr. Review,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.