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 Singapore and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jandek to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cymande,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visage,
Wire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Rundgren,
Tubeway Army,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Holt,
Black Bananas,
Thee Headcoats,
Letta Mbulu,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
CMW,
Sandy B,
June of 44,
Ten City,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
Easy Going,
the Association,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Depeche Mode,
Jacques Brel,
Television,
Judy Mowatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
Tom Boy,
Sam Rivers,
Barbara Tucker,
Bauhaus,
The Dirtbombs,
E-Dancer,
Robert Hood,
Moebius,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cal Tjader,
the Normal,
Reagan Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fatback Band,
The Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan,
Popol Vuh,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Half Japanese,
The Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Althea and Donna,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.