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 Israel and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Avey Tare 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Essential Logic,
The Index,
Lou Reed,
Youth Brigade,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Model 500,
Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hoover,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Motions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lakeside,
Henry Cow,
Ronnie Foster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mad Mike,
Whodini,
Zero Boys,
The Searchers,
Mars,
Ludus,
Moby Grape,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New York Dolls,
Funky Four + One,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station,
Fugazi,
Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Radiohead,
Cybotron,
Joe Smooth,
Roxette,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lyres,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül II,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
The Fortunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q and Not U,
Smog,
Ossler,
In Retrospect,
Animal Collective,
Average White Band,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.