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 Haiti and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Toni Rubio,
Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Walker Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Donald Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aloha Tigers,
LL Cool J,
Fugazi,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sound,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
L. Decosne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wally Richardson,
Accadde A,
Grey Daturas,
Amazonics,
Ultra Naté,
Unwound,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
The Raincoats,
Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
T.S.O.L.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABBA,
Q and Not U,
Ken Boothe,
Wolf Eyes,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blossom Toes,
Rites of Spring,
The Litter,
Chris & Cosey,
One Last Wish,
The Mojo Men,
Aural Exciters,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare,
Motorama,
Tres Demented,
The Slackers,
Carl Craig,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.