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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fat Boys to the techno 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
The Searchers,
Danielle Patucci,
T. Rex,
The Grass Roots,
Black Pus,
Mo-Dettes,
Harry Pussy,
the Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Depeche Mode,
Basic Channel,
Bizarre Inc.,
PIL,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
Audionom,
Brand Nubian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Underground Resistance,
The Kinks,
Second Layer,
Man Parrish,
The Evens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Dead Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
The Associates,
Minor Threat,
Popol Vuh,
Icehouse,
Q and Not U,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Womack,
Fad Gadget,
The Remains,
Stiv Bators,
Crash Course in Science,
Supertramp,
Brass Construction,
K-Klass,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Fela Kuti,
Boredoms,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Hill,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Lydon,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.