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 Gambia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Easy Going to the electroclash 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
Motorama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers,
Radio Birdman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Althea and Donna,
Eddi Front,
Negative Approach,
Cecil Taylor,
The Index,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ponytail,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Starr,
Joe Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Stetsasonic,
Morten Harket,
Joe Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars,
The Smiths,
Junior Murvin,
Letta Mbulu,
a-ha,
Flash Fearless,
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
The Happenings,
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
New Age Steppers,
ABBA,
Ultra Naté,
MDC,
Maleditus Sound,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Hill,
Funkadelic,
The Gories,
Mantronix,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hoover,
Tears for Fears,
Suicide,
The American Breed,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.