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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 D'Angelo to the grunge 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiohead,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marmalade,
Spoonie Gee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerri Chandler,
Lower 48,
Danielle Patucci,
Glenn Branca,
Wasted Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Bowie,
the Bar-Kays,
One Last Wish,
Idris Muhammad,
Model 500,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pretty Things,
Soul II Soul,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wings,
Pierre Henry,
Y Pants,
a-ha,
Fat Boys,
Television,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Morten Harket,
The Litter,
Prince Buster,
The Mojo Men,
ABBA,
Harmonia,
Unwound,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive,
The Toasters,
Kas Product,
The Fortunes,
Grauzone,
The Offenders,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mummies,
Gabor Szabo,
David McCallum,
The Blackbyrds,
Junior Murvin,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Order,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.