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 Ghana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Invisible,
The Selecter,
David Axelrod,
Deepchord,
Fugazi,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Normal,
Accadde A,
LL Cool J,
KRS-One,
The Index,
Gong,
The Fortunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Tremeloes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
L. Decosne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scientists,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Flash Fearless,
The Five Americans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Kinks,
The United States of America,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sällskapet,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy Collins,
The Standells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
The Misunderstood,
Alton Ellis,
Pole,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.