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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Josef K to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fugs,
Livin' Joy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visage,
Make Up,
Magma,
Nick Fraelich,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cymande,
Unwound,
Alison Limerick,
U.S. Maple,
The Tremeloes,
Harmonia,
The Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Colin Newman,
Agitation Free,
Dead Boys,
Nico,
X-Ray Spex,
The Victims,
Minny Pops,
Boredoms,
Chrome,
Ossler,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Morten Harket,
Adolescents,
Massinfluence,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
Althea and Donna,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Axelrod,
The Cure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aural Exciters,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Move,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cramps,
T.S.O.L.,
Yellowson,
Bill Wells,
New Age Steppers,
The Residents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.