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 Gambia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Motions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skarface,
Camouflage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Hill,
Nico,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Pus,
The Monks,
Hoover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Gang of Four,
Radiohead,
The Music Machine,
Rod Modell,
Outsiders,
Wire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
Wolf Eyes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Raincoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Stetsasonic,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
Hasil Adkins,
The Grass Roots,
David McCallum,
Newcleus,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Dead Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gregory Isaacs,
OOIOO,
The Cowsills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Porter Ricks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Parrish,
Jandek,
Eddi Front,
Livin' Joy,
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Slave,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Wells,
a-ha,
Kayak,
Blossom Toes,
Slick Rick,
Black Flag,
X-101,
Alphaville,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.