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 Moldova and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Yellowson to the rap 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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Bill Near,
Drexciya,
Half Japanese,
Y Pants,
The Dirtbombs,
Godley & Creme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Swell Maps,
Gabor Szabo,
Deepchord,
Barrington Levy,
Blake Baxter,
Albert Ayler,
Sandy B,
Groovy Waters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Whodini,
The Litter,
Fatback Band,
Ponytail,
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
U.S. Maple,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jandek,
Mark Hollis,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Last Poets,
Gang Gang Dance,
Little Man,
Patti Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
Technova,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
Michelle Simonal,
EPMD,
Eden Ahbez,
the Bar-Kays,
Dead Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Vogues,
Joyce Sims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Surgeon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.