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 Laos and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Accadde A to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Aswad,
Roxy Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Au Pairs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
In Retrospect,
Pantaleimon,
Morten Harket,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soulsonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
The Offenders,
Basic Channel,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Teasers,
Index,
Main Source,
These Immortal Souls,
ABBA,
Kas Product,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds,
Adolescents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Glenn Branca,
AZ,
Bad Manners,
The American Breed,
L. Decosne,
The Busters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Eve St. Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
The Dirtbombs,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.