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 Argentina and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Wells to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter & Gordon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oneida,
Unwound,
Crime,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fall,
Jacob Miller,
Mo-Dettes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sight & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lightning Bolt,
Animal Collective,
Lakeside,
Banda Bassotti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
LL Cool J,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sex Pistols,
Rapeman,
The Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marine Girls,
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams,
Visage,
Vladislav Delay,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fatback Band,
Eddi Front,
Black Sheep,
The Durutti Column,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June of 44,
Tres Demented,
Aloha Tigers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Happenings,
The Motions,
John Holt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Audionom,
Eric Copeland,
Procol Harum,
The Toasters,
Black Flag,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
The New Christs,
Lyres,
The Dead C,
The Offenders,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.