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 Tuvalu and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Residents,
B.T. Express,
The Fortunes,
Radiohead,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Music Machine,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
World's Most,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Order,
Masters at Work,
Japan,
KRS-One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nik Kershaw,
Easy Going,
Kas Product,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brothers Johnson,
The Angels of Light,
Drexciya,
The Real Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Basic Channel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gap Band,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
Subhumans,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sister Nancy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wings,
Radio Birdman,
The Buckinghams,
Wire,
ABC,
Quando Quango,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Aswad,
Mary Jane Girls,
JFA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Offenders,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.