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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sandy B to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Avey Tare,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker,
Nas,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
In Retrospect,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
Stetsasonic,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
Loose Ends,
The Litter,
The Slackers,
Patti Smith,
The Trojans,
Sun City Girls,
Maurizio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gladiators,
Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joy Division,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
Joe Finger,
Masters at Work,
Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
Dead Boys,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
Eddi Front,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
Josef K,
Kas Product,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Los Fastidios,
Man Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
David Axelrod,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.