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 Latvia and from New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lakeside to the electroclash 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Eric Dolphy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eden Ahbez,
Infiniti,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Scratch Acid,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
cv313,
Franke,
Nas,
Lucky Dragons,
Crime,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Durutti Column,
Quantec,
the Human League,
Tres Demented,
Loose Ends,
The Remains,
Y Pants,
Cecil Taylor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mr. Review,
The Invisible,
Pierre Henry,
The Gories,
Toni Rubio,
The United States of America,
The Toasters,
Derrick May,
Johnny Osbourne,
kango's stein massive,
Essential Logic,
Minutemen,
Marmalade,
Agent Orange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
K-Klass,
Crooked Eye,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monks,
Patti Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra,
The Slits,
Mad Mike,
Bill Near,
Davy DMX,
Vainqueur,
Lightning Bolt,
Rosa Yemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arab on Radar,
Delta 5,
Sound Behaviour,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.