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 Madagascar and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Henry Cow to the electroclash 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Leaves,
The American Breed,
Alice Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Can,
Andrew Hill,
Inner City,
Bush Tetras,
New Age Steppers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispy Ambulance,
New York Dolls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barry Ungar,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camberwell Now,
The Skatalites,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Harmonia,
Wally Richardson,
Anakelly,
Alison Limerick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slits,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Urselle,
The Trojans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Pussy Galore,
Fad Gadget,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monolake,
Sparks,
Sight & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Franke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Second Layer,
Crime,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nico,
Bootsy Collins,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Techniques,
Fear,
Avey Tare,
Mark Hollis,
Dual Sessions,
F. McDonald,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.