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 Mali and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Osbourne to the funk 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron 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 & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
D'Angelo,
John Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gladiators,
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sound,
Q65,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Mr. Review,
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Max Romeo,
kango's stein massive,
Tommy Roe,
Radiohead,
Outsiders,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy Collins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pagans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
Man Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya,
Talk Talk,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Dolphy,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wasted Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Judy Mowatt,
The Kinks,
The Evens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rod Modell,
Index,
World's Most,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
MC5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terry Callier,
Black Pus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Audionom,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.