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 Mozambique and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Al Stewart to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
R.M.O.,
Erasure,
Fela Kuti,
Tommy Roe,
Roxy Music,
The Move,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delta 5,
48th St. Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dorothy Ashby,
CMW,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Toni Rubio,
Los Fastidios,
June of 44,
Moby Grape,
Danielle Patucci,
Deepchord,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
Scrapy,
The Kinks,
a-ha,
Faust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lindisfarne,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
Davy DMX,
Marine Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Audionom,
Organ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
U.S. Maple,
Television Personalities,
Motorama,
Josef K,
Michelle Simonal,
Nico,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiohead,
Joe Smooth,
The American Breed,
Ten City,
Yellowson,
Cheater Slicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Second Layer,
Smog,
Soul II Soul,
X-101,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins,
Royal Trux,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.