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 Swaziland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sällskapet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Smoke,
the Germs,
The Cure,
Flipper,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brick,
Magma,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terry Callier,
Tommy Roe,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fugs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pulsallama,
Tim Buckley,
Essential Logic,
H. Thieme,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Subhumans,
Grauzone,
Ornette Coleman,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Japan,
Average White Band,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Selecter,
Procol Harum,
Gang Green,
Interpol,
The Dead C,
Surgeon,
The Cramps,
Pantaleimon,
Rakim,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Skatalites,
Oneida,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boredoms,
Nas,
Agitation Free,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slackers,
Circle Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marmalade,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.