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 Burkina and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 AZ to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
Pylon,
T.S.O.L.,
Harmonia,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
the Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Quadrant,
10cc,
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
Ponytail,
MC5,
David Bowie,
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun City Girls,
The Doors,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minnie Riperton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minny Pops,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
Radio Birdman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Remains,
Model 500,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Happenings,
The Trojans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bauhaus,
Nils Olav,
Chrome,
Amon Düül II,
Porter Ricks,
Loose Ends,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Green,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boredoms,
Marmalade,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
Barry Ungar,
Sarah Menescal,
Sound Behaviour,
X-102,
kango's stein massive,
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.