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 Kuwait and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Adolescents to the jazz 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Warsaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-101,
Lower 48,
The Cramps,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
MDC,
The Gap Band,
Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bronski Beat,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
Blossom Toes,
Whodini,
Jimmy McGriff,
KRS-One,
Nils Olav,
Cymande,
Pagans,
Sight & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
The Saints,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
Mad Mike,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scientists,
a-ha,
Easy Going,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Clear Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Toni Rubio,
The Tremeloes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers,
Sparks,
Mission of Burma,
Charles Mingus,
Harry Pussy,
Adolescents,
Man Parrish,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.