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 Syria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bluetip to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispy Ambulance,
EPMD,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
Albert Ayler,
The Cramps,
Suicide,
Derrick May,
The Red Krayola,
Idris Muhammad,
ABBA,
Liliput,
the Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stetsasonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kenny Larkin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nirvana,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
the Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
John Holt,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
Sun City Girls,
The Toasters,
The Motions,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
Cal Tjader,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantytec,
Camberwell Now,
The Buckinghams,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
The Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
Bauhaus,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bush Tetras,
Rakim,
Pylon,
Glenn Branca,
Panda Bear,
Ornette Coleman,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.