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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Altered Images to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Angels of Light,
Chris Corsano,
the Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
Groovy Waters,
Khruangbin,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
Country Teasers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yazoo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Gichy Dan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Qualms,
Slave,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moleskins,
The Mummies,
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators,
Hashim,
Das Ding,
EPMD,
John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Silicon Teens,
Bang On A Can,
Blake Baxter,
Scan 7,
Dual Sessions,
Deadbeat,
Moebius,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter and Kerry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Charles Mingus,
Ludus,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
Lyres,
the Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Terry,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
Tres Demented,
Lee Hazlewood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pierre Henry,
The United States of America,
Audionom,
Soul II Soul,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.