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 Georgia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nils Olav to the electroclash 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skarface,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Sneak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
The Smoke,
Circle Jerks,
Qualms,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
48th St. Collective,
Kayak,
Sight & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cowsills,
The Knickerbockers,
Trumans Water,
Lower 48,
Scientists,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Quando Quango,
The Busters,
Niagra,
Arthur Verocai,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rapeman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lungfish,
Supertramp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
New Order,
Roxette,
Swans,
Q65,
Severed Heads,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gap Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang of Four,
The Associates,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Coltrane,
Blancmange,
E-Dancer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Green,
John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Accadde A,
Franke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.