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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Judy Mowatt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar 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's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Tremeloes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo,
Heaven 17,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lightning Bolt,
Model 500,
Negative Approach,
Tears for Fears,
Black Pus,
Eric Copeland,
The Mummies,
Juan Atkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantytec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wally Richardson,
Zero Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABBA,
Yellowson,
The Star Department,
Surgeon,
Susan Cadogan,
Hasil Adkins,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
Severed Heads,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Axelrod,
Rotary Connection,
The Evens,
Masters at Work,
The Cure,
John Lydon,
Sonic Youth,
The Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.