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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jandek to the rap 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Faraquet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker,
New Age Steppers,
Porter Ricks,
Dawn Penn,
Skaos,
Das Ding,
The Blackbyrds,
World's Most,
The Count Five,
X-102,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Iggy Pop,
Janne Schatter,
Sonic Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Human League,
Hardrive,
Dual Sessions,
Visage,
Talk Talk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scientists,
New York Dolls,
Accadde A,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Rundgren,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
Intrusion,
Albert Ayler,
Severed Heads,
Guru Guru,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Birthday Party,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Five Americans,
Pagans,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
Crash Course in Science,
Max Romeo,
Chrome,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ornette Coleman,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glenn Branca,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Cheater Slicks,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.