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 Senegal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a güiro 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ken Boothe,
John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Don Cherry,
Dawn Penn,
Roxette,
Eddi Front,
Ossler,
The Monochrome Set,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
Thee Headcoats,
the Normal,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerri Chandler,
Audionom,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Vogues,
Rod Modell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yellowson,
Skarface,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mandrill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Severed Heads,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Con Funk Shun,
Camouflage,
Altered Images,
Scan 7,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Supertramp,
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
Jawbox,
The New Christs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.