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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Fear to the crunk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Red Krayola,
Moby Grape,
Fat Boys,
Camouflage,
Slave,
Roxy Music,
The Leaves,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Shadows of Knight,
This Heat,
Avey Tare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
Trumans Water,
Marine Girls,
The Dead C,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vladislav Delay,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
Amon Düül II,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
Agitation Free,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slackers,
Spandau Ballet,
Moebius,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Con Funk Shun,
Tom Boy,
Tres Demented,
Isaac Hayes,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
The Litter,
Pylon,
Bush Tetras,
Brick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Evens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Hood,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters,
Smog,
Hot Snakes,
The Happenings,
Brass Construction,
Shoche,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.