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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 The Divine Comedy to the grunge 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
LL Cool J,
Infiniti,
The Index,
Marine Girls,
the Swans,
The Birthday Party,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
Godley & Creme,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
10cc,
Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Idris Muhammad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Zapp,
kango's stein massive,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crooked Eye,
Symarip,
Ice-T,
Skarface,
The J.B.'s,
Terry Callier,
The Gap Band,
Ultra Naté,
Silicon Teens,
Pere Ubu,
Interpol,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
Flipper,
The Dead C,
Todd Rundgren,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction,
Funky Four + One,
Ultravox,
Bill Near,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Slave,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Moon,
Aural Exciters,
Swans,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Porter Ricks,
Marmalade,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.