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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pharoah Sanders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The New Christs,
Black Pus,
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yazoo,
Peter & Gordon,
Lucky Dragons,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Crooked Eye,
Absolute Body Control,
Erasure,
The Monochrome Set,
Dark Day,
Lindisfarne,
MC5,
The Star Department,
Unrelated Segments,
Smog,
Grey Daturas,
Fad Gadget,
Arthur Verocai,
Davy DMX,
Chrome,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Hood,
Kas Product,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fat Boys,
X-102,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Babytalk,
Inner City,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Whodini,
The Durutti Column,
Sex Pistols,
U.S. Maple,
the Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash,
La Düsseldorf,
Kayak,
Yusef Lateef,
Alphaville,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Zeros,
Arab on Radar,
Motorama,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.