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 Turkmenistan and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 New York Dolls to the disco 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Black Moon,
Johnny Clarke,
Suicide,
Jawbox,
John Holt,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Derrick May,
Easy Going,
Anthony Braxton,
Moebius,
The Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slackers,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cal Tjader,
Magma,
Robert Hood,
The Martian,
Black Bananas,
New York Dolls,
Harry Pussy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thompson Twins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nils Olav,
Half Japanese,
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra,
Morten Harket,
Lalann,
ABC,
Bobby Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skarface,
The Cowsills,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare,
X-102,
The Durutti Column,
T.S.O.L.,
Joy Division,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dead C,
Main Source,
The Remains,
The Grass Roots,
Faraquet,
Wolf Eyes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Misunderstood,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.