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 Barbados and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Panda Bear 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arcadia,
Pantytec,
La Düsseldorf,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Desert Stars,
Inner City,
Johnny Clarke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skriet,
Absolute Body Control,
ABBA,
Sandy B,
Bobby Sherman,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Moon,
Erasure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The New Christs,
The Durutti Column,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jandek,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
The Knickerbockers,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Move,
Juan Atkins,
Audionom,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun City Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Martian,
Donald Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Carl Craig,
The Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Quando Quango,
Moss Icon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doors,
Depeche Mode,
Harry Pussy,
The American Breed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
kango's stein massive,
The Gun Club,
Crime,
The Techniques,
Idris Muhammad,
Rekid,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.