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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Khruangbin to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flipper,
Sam Rivers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
Q and Not U,
Deadbeat,
Robert Görl,
Don Cherry,
UT,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sonics,
Swans,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Raincoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Minutemen,
Soul II Soul,
Black Pus,
Eden Ahbez,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vladislav Delay,
Panda Bear,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Finger,
Pagans,
Black Moon,
DJ Sneak,
Grauzone,
X-102,
Bobby Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Lyres,
Liliput,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Music Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Aloha Tigers,
Aswad,
Underground Resistance,
Cameo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Happenings,
Monolake,
The Offenders,
Derrick May,
Scan 7,
Prince Buster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
Von Mondo,
DJ Style,
Fad Gadget,
Scratch Acid,
Deakin,
Make Up,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.