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 Thailand and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Toasters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Connie Case,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Standells,
Pylon,
Los Fastidios,
U.S. Maple,
John Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Harmonia,
Laurel Aitken,
Eli Mardock,
Simply Red,
Oneida,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
Monks,
Skaos,
Byron Stingily,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Absolute Body Control,
Q65,
Can,
Dead Boys,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
Maurizio,
The Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
Jandek,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Evens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ten City,
Derrick Morgan,
X-102,
Buzzcocks,
Jacob Miller,
Fluxion,
Johnny Clarke,
Pere Ubu,
Heaven 17,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
F. McDonald,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne,
Sound Behaviour,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.