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 Marshall Islands and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Albert Ayler to the disco 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pole,
Masters at Work,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Anthony Braxton,
The Golliwogs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agitation Free,
Freddie Wadling,
Underground Resistance,
Unrelated Segments,
Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Babytalk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Busters,
Gabor Szabo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City,
Audionom,
Goldenarms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
The Move,
Sex Pistols,
Livin' Joy,
Barry Ungar,
Iggy Pop,
Barbara Tucker,
Crime,
Alphaville,
Dennis Brown,
The Fuzztones,
Max Romeo,
The Doors,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wire,
Eric Copeland,
Second Layer,
The Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drexciya,
UT,
Pulsallama,
Intrusion,
Black Sheep,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jandek,
Arcadia,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.