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 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Gun Club to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gap Band,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy Collins,
Rod Modell,
48th St. Collective,
Los Fastidios,
The Birthday Party,
Mo-Dettes,
Wolf Eyes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sugar Minott,
Vainqueur,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Victims,
Underground Resistance,
B.T. Express,
X-102,
The Golliwogs,
Magazine,
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Almond,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Patti Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Excepter,
Procol Harum,
Nick Fraelich,
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom,
Derrick Morgan,
Pierre Henry,
Camouflage,
The Pop Group,
Trumans Water,
Ronnie Foster,
Smog,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Sherman,
Simply Red,
Anthony Braxton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Clarke,
The Martian,
The United States of America,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lungfish,
Jandek,
Quando Quango,
The Monochrome Set,
Oblivians,
Archie Shepp,
Motorama,
Cymande,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.