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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 X-Ray Spex to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Pharoah Sanders,
Davy DMX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Copeland,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visage,
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
The Divine Comedy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave,
Unrelated Segments,
the Sonics,
Nas,
Sonic Youth,
T. Rex,
Nico,
Deepchord,
Country Teasers,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
Monks,
Fear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aural Exciters,
Pantytec,
Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Metal Thangz,
Ten City,
John Holt,
Boz Scaggs,
Harry Pussy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Adolescents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The American Breed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Sugar Minott,
Slick Rick,
Aloha Tigers,
The Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lyres,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Organ,
The Kinks,
Q65,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.