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 Monaco and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Urselle to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Eden Ahbez,
ABC,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sixth Finger,
The Victims,
Hot Snakes,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
10cc,
Quadrant,
Marvin Gaye,
Rites of Spring,
Cal Tjader,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Almond,
Nico,
Wasted Youth,
Au Pairs,
Yellowson,
Fear,
Zero Boys,
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani,
World's Most,
Second Layer,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick May,
Albert Ayler,
The Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Womack,
Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
JFA,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Eli Mardock,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare,
Sarah Menescal,
Sound Behaviour,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
Bob Dylan,
Toni Rubio,
Brothers Johnson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
One Last Wish,
Byron Stingily,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deadbeat,
Mantronix,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.