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 India and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Negative Approach to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
Monolake,
Jeru the Damaja,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Don Cherry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
June Days,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Camouflage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Pus,
Technova,
Mandrill,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Royal Trux,
Section 25,
The Remains,
Cheater Slicks,
The Index,
Carl Craig,
Darondo,
Erasure,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
Ponytail,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Symarip,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Los Fastidios,
Grauzone,
Blake Baxter,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
Jacques Brel,
Chris Corsano,
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
The Human League,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.