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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Panda Bear to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Fatback Band,
Technova,
Barbara Tucker,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants,
Cymande,
Skaos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unwound,
The Litter,
Howard Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rod Modell,
Bill Near,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slave,
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
Reagan Youth,
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
Robert Wyatt,
The Skatalites,
The Mojo Men,
Scion,
Crash Course in Science,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
Pussy Galore,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Trumans Water,
Bob Dylan,
The Remains,
JFA,
Intrusion,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Angels of Light,
Jawbox,
Public Enemy,
The Sonics,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kurtis Blow,
Depeche Mode,
Tom Boy,
Rites of Spring,
The Slits,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
Alice Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.