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 United States and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gerry Rafferty to the funk 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
The Wake,
Warsaw,
Inner City,
Harmonia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
La Düsseldorf,
Fugazi,
Duran Duran,
ABC,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
Panda Bear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fela Kuti,
The Neon Judgement,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quantec,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül,
Tom Boy,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
Television,
Cameo,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Hill,
Neu!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
The Slackers,
Rapeman,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gun Club,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
Black Bananas,
Oneida,
Joy Division,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Wings,
Rufus Thomas,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker,
Malaria!,
Subhumans,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.