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 Andorra and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 The Fortunes to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
Parry Music,
Pussy Galore,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skarface,
The Fortunes,
FM Einheit,
Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Human League,
Oneida,
Mars,
David Bowie,
AZ,
Letta Mbulu,
Fad Gadget,
Deadbeat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-101,
Sun City Girls,
Niagra,
Franke,
Gabor Szabo,
The United States of America,
Neu!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Little Man,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Mills,
Intrusion,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy Collins,
JFA,
Cameo,
Scientists,
LL Cool J,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
Roger Hodgson,
Simply Red,
Chris & Cosey,
a-ha,
Accadde A,
John Holt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
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.