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 Panama and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Soft Cell 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
The United States of America,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps,
Rakim,
Dark Day,
Q65,
the Normal,
Vladislav Delay,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sight & Sound,
June Days,
Camouflage,
New York Dolls,
Malaria!,
Model 500,
The Victims,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren,
Parry Music,
In Retrospect,
D'Angelo,
The Litter,
Cybotron,
The Move,
The Dirtbombs,
Saccharine Trust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Babytalk,
The Black Dice,
Harmonia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quadrant,
Ice-T,
Brick,
Sun Ra,
Sarah Menescal,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
Ituana,
Little Man,
Crooked Eye,
John Holt,
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters,
Hardrive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Starr,
the Fania All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Excepter,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.