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 Micronesia 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Searchers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rapeman,
Ludus,
Patti Smith,
Shoche,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola,
Essential Logic,
Section 25,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick May,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nils Olav,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fluxion,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scrapy,
Jandek,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ohio Players,
The Saints,
Basic Channel,
the Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Inner City,
Television,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
Ice-T,
OOIOO,
World's Most,
Cybotron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eve St. Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Mantronix,
D'Angelo,
Lyres,
The Vogues,
Niagra,
The Angels of Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deepchord,
Letta Mbulu,
The Grass Roots,
Dave Gahan,
The Barracudas,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Royal Trux,
Hoover,
The Pretty Things,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.