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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Half Japanese to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
JFA,
Sonic Youth,
The Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suicide,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Martian,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer,
Malaria!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hoover,
The Cure,
Oblivians,
Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
The Skatalites,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Davy DMX,
Ituana,
Surgeon,
Lou Christie,
Mars,
Brick,
Sun Ra,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Ultra Naté,
The J.B.'s,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Lydon,
Excepter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Goldenarms,
The Evens,
Wasted Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Connie Case,
Godley & Creme,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
Archie Shepp,
FM Einheit,
Funkadelic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neu!,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.