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 Micronesia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rap 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
AZ,
Swell Maps,
Absolute Body Control,
Max Romeo,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Flag,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sister Nancy,
Alphaville,
48th St. Collective,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
Danielle Patucci,
Bob Dylan,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Goldenarms,
Ronnie Foster,
June Days,
Sun City Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Mills,
Yazoo,
Ituana,
Public Enemy,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
Skarface,
Ken Boothe,
Stiv Bators,
Hashim,
John Lydon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
The Kinks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bronski Beat,
Glenn Branca,
Boredoms,
Gong,
Simply Red,
the Bar-Kays,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camouflage,
the Normal,
New York Dolls,
Black Moon,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jawbox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.