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 Tanzania and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Skatalites 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moby Grape,
JFA,
Ultra Naté,
Excepter,
Faraquet,
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar,
Clear Light,
June of 44,
Tommy Roe,
The Count Five,
Yellowson,
Monolake,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Clarke,
Bauhaus,
LL Cool J,
One Last Wish,
CMW,
New York Dolls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Michelle Simonal,
Whodini,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
Goldenarms,
Moss Icon,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
Lower 48,
Sixth Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Pere Ubu,
Shuggie Otis,
Bush Tetras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MDC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Litter,
Robert Görl,
The Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter and Kerry,
Idris Muhammad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.