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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rites of Spring to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Iggy Pop,
A Certain Ratio,
Erasure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mojo Men,
Sex Pistols,
Nico,
Surgeon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Little Man,
Fear,
Spoonie Gee,
F. McDonald,
The Walker Brothers,
Deepchord,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
the Association,
Magma,
The Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Brick,
Slave,
Whodini,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
cv313,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fela Kuti,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dark Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
The Fugs,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
Television,
Boredoms,
Fugazi,
Ohio Players,
Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Stetsasonic,
Mantronix,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Lynne,
Grey Daturas,
The Mummies,
Franke,
MC5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.