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 Malta and from Delhi.
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 Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 In Retrospect to the rap 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer 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's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Foxx,
The Names,
The American Breed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris Corsano,
Urselle,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Flag,
Lakeside,
Bootsy Collins,
E-Dancer,
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
Cameo,
Q65,
Japan,
The Walker Brothers,
Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
The Barracudas,
Don Cherry,
Simply Red,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Supertramp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fortunes,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
Robert Hood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Average White Band,
The Selecter,
David Bowie,
Boz Scaggs,
Gichy Dan,
Swell Maps,
Groovy Waters,
Kaleidoscope,
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Infiniti,
Royal Trux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Morten Harket,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.