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 the UAE and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 & Kría Brekkan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
The Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Mo-Dettes,
Boredoms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slits,
Bluetip,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swell Maps,
the Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mummies,
Derrick Morgan,
Franke,
Magma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barry Ungar,
Symarip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cecil Taylor,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
Minny Pops,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed,
Panda Bear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New York Dolls,
Qualms,
The Cowsills,
The Martian,
Hasil Adkins,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
Wolf Eyes,
Sparks,
Wasted Youth,
Pulsallama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultravox,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.