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 Lesotho and from London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Michelle Simonal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Zero Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
Michelle Simonal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swans,
Mantronix,
Pantaleimon,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Görl,
Quantec,
Royal Trux,
Leonard Cohen,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mummies,
Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fat Boys,
Robert Hood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cowsills,
The Names,
June of 44,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doors,
Freddie Wadling,
The Birthday Party,
Oneida,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sällskapet,
Charles Mingus,
Boz Scaggs,
Pylon,
Visage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings,
Lungfish,
Cecil Taylor,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
Porter Ricks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Flag,
Crime,
Cal Tjader,
Lyres,
Japan,
Bill Near,
These Immortal Souls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.