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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Stetsasonic to the rock 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
Jacob Miller,
The Last Poets,
Lebanon Hanover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crime,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Searchers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Seeds,
The Zeros,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wire,
Fugazi,
Slave,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Bananas,
Freddie Wadling,
The Wake,
Malaria!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantaleimon,
Sister Nancy,
Oblivians,
Camouflage,
Fluxion,
Suburban Knight,
Maurizio,
Bobby Womack,
Zero Boys,
Average White Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Starr,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
Silicon Teens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic,
Make Up,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tres Demented,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wally Richardson,
Fad Gadget,
Arthur Verocai,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yazoo,
R.M.O.,
Kayak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
48th St. Collective,
The Doors,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.