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 Ecuador and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Byron Stingily to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jandek,
Mandrill,
Glenn Branca,
Sandy B,
Junior Murvin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
Derrick Morgan,
The Leaves,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra,
Nirvana,
Robert Görl,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ten City,
Idris Muhammad,
Agitation Free,
Howard Jones,
EPMD,
Fat Boys,
Zapp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
F. McDonald,
Barry Ungar,
The Saints,
Gabor Szabo,
Hot Snakes,
Bad Manners,
UT,
Black Flag,
The Trojans,
Joe Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Unwound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pagans,
The Durutti Column,
The Gap Band,
Thompson Twins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonic Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slave,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oblivians,
Skriet,
Procol Harum,
Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moby Grape,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.