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 Brazil and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skarface to the grime 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unrelated Segments,
Morten Harket,
Interpol,
Joy Division,
Masters at Work,
Minor Threat,
10cc,
Joensuu 1685,
Al Stewart,
Monolake,
Arthur Verocai,
The Litter,
Main Source,
Sonic Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
FM Einheit,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Moon,
Tom Boy,
China Crisis,
UT,
Scratch Acid,
Accadde A,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Panda Bear,
Maleditus Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang On A Can,
Outsiders,
JFA,
Girls At Our Best!,
B.T. Express,
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
The Dead C,
Jacob Miller,
The Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Gabor Szabo,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Flag,
the Human League,
Symarip,
Organ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABC,
The Birthday Party,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.