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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Vladislav Delay to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Amazonics,
Pole,
Essential Logic,
The Searchers,
Quadrant,
Fat Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxy Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Harry Pussy,
Basic Channel,
Ohio Players,
Make Up,
Barclay James Harvest,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
Judy Mowatt,
Swans,
Pussy Galore,
EPMD,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Animal Collective,
Pantytec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker,
Sister Nancy,
Fugazi,
Soft Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tommy Roe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Saccharine Trust,
Ossler,
Minor Threat,
B.T. Express,
Babytalk,
Yaz,
Funkadelic,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Flag,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DNA,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deadbeat,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalann,
Gabor Szabo,
Aswad,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.