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 India and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Dorothy Ashby to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric B and Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
John Coltrane,
JFA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flash Fearless,
B.T. Express,
Patti Smith,
Fatback Band,
David Bowie,
Severed Heads,
The Young Rascals,
Absolute Body Control,
Sällskapet,
Anthony Braxton,
Leonard Cohen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tres Demented,
Connie Case,
Radio Birdman,
The Cramps,
Crooked Eye,
Boredoms,
Grauzone,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Tom Boy,
Deadbeat,
The Five Americans,
KRS-One,
Nirvana,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television,
Malaria!,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tim Buckley,
Deakin,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Teasers,
R.M.O.,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
Davy DMX,
The Gap Band,
Pole,
Smog,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Trumans Water,
Liliput,
Monks,
Fad Gadget,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.