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 Costa Rica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and a clarinet 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Todd Terry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Main Source,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Misunderstood,
Amazonics,
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish,
Pierre Henry,
Steve Hackett,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Davy DMX,
Popol Vuh,
Eurythmics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ponytail,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Tremeloes,
Al Stewart,
DJ Style,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monks,
The Vogues,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
MDC,
Lou Reed,
AZ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
Reagan Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Cymande,
Aswad,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.