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 Angola and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Move to the dance 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agitation Free,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Knickerbockers,
H. Thieme,
The Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Josef K,
The Detroit Cobras,
LL Cool J,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Lyres,
The Happenings,
New Order,
Fear,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
OOIOO,
Au Pairs,
Bluetip,
John Holt,
Terry Callier,
Leonard Cohen,
Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shoche,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Normal,
The Smoke,
Nirvana,
Blossom Toes,
James White and The Blacks,
Roger Hodgson,
Average White Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marine Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Bauhaus,
Camouflage,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Neon Judgement,
Faust,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
Index,
Cheater Slicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
E-Dancer,
Boredoms,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.