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 Australia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Main Source to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
The Star Department,
Y Pants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Terry,
Zero Boys,
This Heat,
Negative Approach,
The Litter,
Amazonics,
Deepchord,
OOIOO,
Pantaleimon,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Copeland,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wally Richardson,
The Offenders,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mummies,
Blancmange,
Roxette,
Johnny Clarke,
Shuggie Otis,
Television,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
Kurtis Blow,
cv313,
The Fugs,
Swell Maps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vainqueur,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Procol Harum,
The Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Crooked Eye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
Ponytail,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eve St. Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Lydon,
the Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Mars,
Duran Duran,
Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.