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 Saudi Arabia and from London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rock 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Quantec,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Terry,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
Arab on Radar,
Procol Harum,
Bush Tetras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dawn Penn,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Outsiders,
Robert Hood,
ABC,
the Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Flag,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Techniques,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
D'Angelo,
The Misunderstood,
Cluster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Bourne,
Janne Schatter,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Last Poets,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Don Cherry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ossler,
Donald Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quando Quango,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter and Kerry,
Blossom Toes,
The Barracudas,
The Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warsaw,
Alton Ellis,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.