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 Nepal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Von Mondo to the techno 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
the Germs,
Ituana,
Juan Atkins,
Stetsasonic,
Cymande,
World's Most,
Morten Harket,
The Smoke,
Parry Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camouflage,
Dawn Penn,
The Fortunes,
Negative Approach,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
Jandek,
Echospace,
China Crisis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deepchord,
The Black Dice,
Soul II Soul,
Public Enemy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth,
John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scientists,
Blake Baxter,
The Angels of Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Absolute Body Control,
Flash Fearless,
Scion,
Ultra Naté,
H. Thieme,
The Move,
Niagra,
The Remains,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kayak,
U.S. Maple,
X-101,
Piero Umiliani,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thompson Twins,
The Names,
Eric Dolphy,
Hashim,
Minnie Riperton,
The Knickerbockers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.