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 Bulgaria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scion to the rock 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Porter Ricks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Tremeloes,
Arab on Radar,
John Foxx,
Symarip,
Eden Ahbez,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sight & Sound,
The Doors,
Inner City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Motions,
Roxy Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gladiators,
Reuben Wilson,
U.S. Maple,
Maleditus Sound,
Scan 7,
Byron Stingily,
The Music Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Morten Harket,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Alton Ellis,
Sparks,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
Moebius,
Index,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pretty Things,
Television,
Derrick Morgan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Au Pairs,
Cecil Taylor,
Ponytail,
The Selecter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiohead,
Soulsonic Force,
In Retrospect,
The Busters,
Bobby Womack,
kango's stein massive,
Tears for Fears,
cv313,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.