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 New Zealand and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Pretty Things to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Drexciya,
Marc Almond,
New Age Steppers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle,
The Dirtbombs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blake Baxter,
Main Source,
The Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
One Last Wish,
Chrome,
Nas,
Avey Tare,
Tom Boy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fela Kuti,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Bar-Kays,
Qualms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q65,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiohead,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
Sandy B,
Al Stewart,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Wolf Eyes,
The Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
B.T. Express,
The Raincoats,
Iggy Pop,
Clear Light,
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
Public Enemy,
Japan,
the Association,
Janne Schatter,
Brothers Johnson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.