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 Zimbabwe and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 kango's stein massive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
D'Angelo,
Colin Newman,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gladiators,
Ludus,
Sarah Menescal,
Liliput,
Nils Olav,
The Buckinghams,
Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
the Normal,
Faust,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
Minor Threat,
Procol Harum,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mantronix,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tres Demented,
A Certain Ratio,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bad Manners,
Anakelly,
The Blues Magoos,
Prince Buster,
Hoover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anthony Braxton,
Joey Negro,
Ken Boothe,
The Vogues,
the Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics,
R.M.O.,
New York Dolls,
Sparks,
Fat Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delta 5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna,
Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Dennis Brown,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.