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 Brunei and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Hardrive,
kango's stein massive,
KRS-One,
Reagan Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slackers,
Newcleus,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
Erasure,
Warsaw,
Black Sheep,
The Smoke,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Martian,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Womack,
Roxy Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zapp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Symarip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joyce Sims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
Sexual Harrassment,
Organ,
Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Simply Red,
Trumans Water,
Alphaville,
Arab on Radar,
Aural Exciters,
Surgeon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Danielle Patucci,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Piero Umiliani,
Eurythmics,
Malaria!,
Chris & Cosey,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fall,
The Standells,
Black Pus,
Sonic Youth,
Sparks,
The Gories,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.