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 Togo and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Ice-T,
Lungfish,
Accadde A,
Supertramp,
Eli Mardock,
Gang of Four,
Inner City,
Cal Tjader,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
The New Christs,
Arthur Verocai,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Neon Judgement,
John Coltrane,
Yaz,
Kayak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Sheep,
R.M.O.,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
Lucky Dragons,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Index,
Cymande,
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barry Ungar,
Ultra Naté,
Sam Rivers,
Swell Maps,
Eddi Front,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erykah Badu,
The Kinks,
the Bar-Kays,
Lakeside,
Audionom,
Tres Demented,
The Fugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hot Snakes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crime,
Gerry Rafferty,
Massinfluence,
Lee Hazlewood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rapeman,
MC5,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.