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 Nicaragua and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Joensuu 1685 to the electroclash 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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's Slasher Flicks 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?
Mission of Burma,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Cluster,
New Order,
Mo-Dettes,
A Certain Ratio,
Faraquet,
Surgeon,
Symarip,
Kurtis Blow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brand Nubian,
The Trojans,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young,
The Associates,
Radiohead,
Eden Ahbez,
Cymande,
Juan Atkins,
Sister Nancy,
Boz Scaggs,
the Germs,
The Cowsills,
Mad Mike,
Kaleidoscope,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joyce Sims,
Tres Demented,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television,
Joy Division,
Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glenn Branca,
Erykah Badu,
Josef K,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
Slave,
U.S. Maple,
Anthony Braxton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.