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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Y Pants to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Pierre Henry,
Sound Behaviour,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
Sandy B,
Von Mondo,
The Zeros,
Sarah Menescal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zero Boys,
R.M.O.,
Terrestrial Tones,
DNA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
The Count Five,
Metal Thangz,
B.T. Express,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lightning Bolt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Ornette Coleman,
Crash Course in Science,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tom Boy,
Fad Gadget,
The Divine Comedy,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
Al Stewart,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ten City,
Sugar Minott,
The Cramps,
Lungfish,
Gang Green,
Unwound,
Cecil Taylor,
Tubeway Army,
The Neon Judgement,
John Foxx,
Q65,
LL Cool J,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rod Modell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
Soul Sonic Force,
Das Ding,
Blake Baxter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rapeman,
Ohio Players,
Au Pairs,
Robert Hood,
Public Enemy,
Joyce Sims,
A Certain Ratio,
the Bar-Kays,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.