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 Hungary and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dead C to the grunge 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yazoo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Vogues,
In Retrospect,
The Moody Blues,
Easy Going,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
Moss Icon,
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
Tres Demented,
Connie Case,
One Last Wish,
The Doors,
The Fugs,
John Holt,
Popol Vuh,
Toni Rubio,
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Golliwogs,
Motorama,
Cluster,
E-Dancer,
Khruangbin,
Peter and Kerry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cowsills,
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
Livin' Joy,
Mantronix,
Bauhaus,
World's Most,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Young Rascals,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sex Pistols,
Maurizio,
Main Source,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
K-Klass,
The Durutti Column,
Theoretical Girls,
Eddi Front,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Index,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.