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 Grenada and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Deakin to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker,
Grauzone,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
Piero Umiliani,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neu!,
Chrome,
Robert Görl,
Pantaleimon,
Magazine,
Brass Construction,
Gong,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
Sparks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Jacques Brel,
Lungfish,
Scrapy,
Yaz,
The Sound,
Whodini,
Television,
The Gories,
One Last Wish,
Quantec,
Angry Samoans,
The Dirtbombs,
Fluxion,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Bananas,
Albert Ayler,
Rod Modell,
Mantronix,
Sixth Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Depeche Mode,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry's Kids,
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones,
Eddi Front,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.