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 Rwanda and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rap 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Yazoo,
Swans,
Delta 5,
Flipper,
Deadbeat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
Rites of Spring,
Country Teasers,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
The Gap Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Technova,
Warsaw,
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Urselle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lungfish,
Barbara Tucker,
Byron Stingily,
Crispian St. Peters,
Morten Harket,
Ossler,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rekid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps,
Clear Light,
Main Source,
Magma,
The Move,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Smog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül II,
Supertramp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gong,
Black Sheep,
Television Personalities,
Boz Scaggs,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
Blake Baxter,
Babytalk,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.