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 Spain and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 The Blackbyrds to the dance 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pierre Henry,
Toni Rubio,
LL Cool J,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arab on Radar,
Porter Ricks,
Oblivians,
L. Decosne,
Wasted Youth,
The Residents,
Albert Ayler,
Alton Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Star Department,
John Holt,
The Vogues,
Joy Division,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Piero Umiliani,
The Standells,
Cheater Slicks,
ABBA,
Royal Trux,
Funky Four + One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cal Tjader,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grauzone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The United States of America,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Excepter,
Bobby Sherman,
The Motions,
Danielle Patucci,
Stereo Dub,
Icehouse,
Andrew Hill,
Warsaw,
David Axelrod,
Mantronix,
Laurel Aitken,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Stooges,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
Peter & Gordon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Malaria!,
Gang Starr,
Banda Bassotti,
The Music Machine,
Altered Images,
The Buckinghams,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.