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 France and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Byron Stingily to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 linndrum and a 808 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radio Birdman,
The Pop Group,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
DNA,
Stiv Bators,
Fluxion,
Babytalk,
Whodini,
AZ,
Soulsonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultra Naté,
The Last Poets,
Gabor Szabo,
The Victims,
Loose Ends,
Eurythmics,
Soft Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Theoretical Girls,
Nico,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Litter,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
Todd Terry,
Jandek,
The Beau Brummels,
MC5,
Tres Demented,
Neu!,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Pus,
Pantaleimon,
Monks,
Morten Harket,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Wake,
The Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.