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 Nepal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gabor Szabo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smiths,
Babytalk,
The Star Department,
Parry Music,
Boredoms,
The Names,
June Days,
Darondo,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funky Four + One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dark Day,
kango's stein massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dave Gahan,
The Gories,
Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
Drexciya,
Little Man,
Crash Course in Science,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neu!,
Outsiders,
The Move,
The Wake,
Fat Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Ossler,
Sister Nancy,
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
Pantaleimon,
The Red Krayola,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Newcleus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
The Gap Band,
Fugazi,
Surgeon,
the Association,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terry Callier,
The Real Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Severed Heads,
Make Up,
The Fortunes,
Model 500,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.