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 Cyprus 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the crunk 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Carl Craig,
Leonard Cohen,
Judy Mowatt,
Rekid,
Spoonie Gee,
Lyres,
Niagra,
Masters at Work,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arthur Verocai,
Vainqueur,
Scientists,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
Babytalk,
Charles Mingus,
Popol Vuh,
The Selecter,
John Holt,
The Associates,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minny Pops,
Suicide,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Lower 48,
Ultra Naté,
Infiniti,
The Tremeloes,
Supertramp,
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fela Kuti,
Lucky Dragons,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q and Not U,
Hardrive,
Minor Threat,
D'Angelo,
Basic Channel,
Byron Stingily,
Sixth Finger,
Warsaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Age Steppers,
Tubeway Army,
The Toasters,
Matthew Bourne,
Patti Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra,
Pylon,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.