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 Jordan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Sun City Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Spoonie Gee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
Flipper,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
Babytalk,
The Searchers,
Yellowson,
The Leaves,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
Pantytec,
Derrick Morgan,
Scrapy,
Boz Scaggs,
A Certain Ratio,
Unrelated Segments,
Loose Ends,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dead Boys,
The Martian,
Second Layer,
The Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lungfish,
Motorama,
Schoolly D,
DJ Sneak,
Terry Callier,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
Kenny Larkin,
Quantec,
Subhumans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Adolescents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
The Real Kids,
Juan Atkins,
The Happenings,
Warsaw,
Grauzone,
Royal Trux,
Reagan Youth,
the Sonics,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.