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 Vietnam and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Halsall,
Scion,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
Supertramp,
Bang On A Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alphaville,
Moby Grape,
Ronan,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
B.T. Express,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
the Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
Nik Kershaw,
Idris Muhammad,
the Germs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donald Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
The Cure,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
L. Decosne,
Chrome,
Bootsy Collins,
Motorama,
Pulsallama,
Fear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments,
cv313,
Amon Düül II,
Roxette,
Altered Images,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minor Threat,
Robert Hood,
Boredoms,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Knickerbockers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gladiators,
The Skatalites,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dirtbombs,
Goldenarms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
EPMD,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.