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 Angola and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rock 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Gang Green,
Kerri Chandler,
Sällskapet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova,
PIL,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Style,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
LL Cool J,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABC,
Fatback Band,
Deepchord,
Au Pairs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultimate Spinach,
U.S. Maple,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monolake,
Kas Product,
AZ,
Dennis Brown,
Malaria!,
Cybotron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Enemy,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Television Personalities,
Lindisfarne,
Tres Demented,
Gang Starr,
The Cure,
The Searchers,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Cal Tjader,
the Bar-Kays,
The Music Machine,
Japan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Negative Approach,
Soul II Soul,
The Leaves,
Cecil Taylor,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultra Naté,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.