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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eden Ahbez to the punk 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
The Fugs,
The Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Hood,
Accadde A,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
The Tremeloes,
PIL,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funkadelic,
Ituana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Names,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Simply Red,
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
Stiv Bators,
The Count Five,
Monolake,
Lyres,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
World's Most,
Nas,
Tommy Roe,
The Golliwogs,
The Divine Comedy,
Fugazi,
Boogie Down Productions,
Clear Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
a-ha,
Sex Pistols,
Moss Icon,
the Swans,
Adolescents,
Max Romeo,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.