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 Uzbekistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Morten Harket to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Marmalade,
Juan Atkins,
the Swans,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warsaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Holt,
Sparks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Outsiders,
The Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Trumans Water,
CMW,
KRS-One,
F. McDonald,
EPMD,
Fat Boys,
Jandek,
Groovy Waters,
The Angels of Light,
the Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Shuggie Otis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mummies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry's Kids,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sällskapet,
Sun City Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
Buzzcocks,
The Cowsills,
Reuben Wilson,
Lungfish,
Archie Shepp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magma,
10cc,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare,
Ken Boothe,
Scion,
The Cure,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.