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 Lesotho and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Porter Ricks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Lalann,
David Bowie,
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Selecter,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Average White Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerri Chandler,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
Iggy Pop,
Quando Quango,
Panda Bear,
Hashim,
Amon Düül II,
Scratch Acid,
The Count Five,
Youth Brigade,
Wings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Terry,
John Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
The Dead C,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Brass Construction,
The Wake,
Joyce Sims,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Real Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science,
Gichy Dan,
Excepter,
Robert Hood,
Terry Callier,
The Remains,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ohio Players,
Moebius,
Gong,
Rhythm & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Erasure,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Morten Harket,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Althea and Donna,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.