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 Taiwan and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
The Moleskins,
The Dead C,
Arab on Radar,
Leonard Cohen,
A Certain Ratio,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Pole,
Suicide,
PIL,
The Sonics,
The Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tears for Fears,
Rufus Thomas,
Masters at Work,
Gichy Dan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Archie Shepp,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash,
Duran Duran,
Can,
Main Source,
The Wake,
Average White Band,
Vainqueur,
Eli Mardock,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
Whodini,
Flipper,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lakeside,
Chris Corsano,
Black Sheep,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
Janne Schatter,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
ABBA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lungfish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Livin' Joy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zapp,
David McCallum,
Fat Boys,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.