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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Fatback Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oblivians,
Maurizio,
Supertramp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slackers,
X-102,
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drexciya,
Terry Callier,
Unrelated Segments,
Deadbeat,
Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Tommy Roe,
Cluster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doors,
Donny Hathaway,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Near,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young,
Joe Smooth,
The Fugs,
The Last Poets,
Erasure,
Negative Approach,
June Days,
Joy Division,
Connie Case,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
Gabor Szabo,
Saccharine Trust,
Eve St. Jones,
David McCallum,
Gong,
The Litter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rotary Connection,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aloha Tigers,
Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.