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 Laos and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Los Fastidios to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and an oboe 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
Little Man,
Intrusion,
This Heat,
The Barracudas,
Mark Hollis,
JFA,
Robert Görl,
Soft Machine,
Rapeman,
The Martian,
Skriet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantytec,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young,
The Stooges,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Motorama,
Stetsasonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radio Birdman,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skarface,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suicide,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Womack,
Pole,
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Massinfluence,
Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anthony Braxton,
Monolake,
Aswad,
Second Layer,
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
L. Decosne,
World's Most,
Black Moon,
The Searchers,
The Techniques,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.