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 Cambodia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Big Daddy Kane to the crunk 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Crash Course in Science,
Mo-Dettes,
Fear,
Motorama,
Second Layer,
Young Marble Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Graham Central Station,
Oblivians,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funkadelic,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins,
New Age Steppers,
The Mojo Men,
The Doobie Brothers,
Symarip,
Das Ding,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hoover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Lower 48,
Alice Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Michelle Simonal,
Sandy B,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Infiniti,
Tom Boy,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
KRS-One,
Public Enemy,
Scrapy,
Pole,
Bill Near,
Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dual Sessions,
The Detroit Cobras,
E-Dancer,
Slick Rick,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minnie Riperton,
Pet Shop Boys,
June Days,
Rotary Connection,
Accadde A,
Aloha Tigers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Style,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.