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 Belize and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Sam Rivers,
Bauhaus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Index,
Lalann,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fear,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Freddie Wadling,
Agitation Free,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Wolf Eyes,
Faust,
Unrelated Segments,
KRS-One,
Ludus,
K-Klass,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camouflage,
Black Bananas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Victims,
Hashim,
Motorama,
Nirvana,
Joey Negro,
Moebius,
Fat Boys,
Scion,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
The Gladiators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Blake Baxter,
Monks,
Fluxion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doors,
The Selecter,
Jandek,
Davy DMX,
The Seeds,
Shoche,
Surgeon,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.