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 Kenya 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zapp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dawn Penn,
X-Ray Spex,
Rotary Connection,
Sex Pistols,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
The Pretty Things,
Brick,
The Index,
Jandek,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The New Christs,
Howard Jones,
Franke,
Arcadia,
Dennis Brown,
Black Pus,
Skaos,
John Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Stooges,
UT,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Second Layer,
The Leaves,
Tim Buckley,
Clear Light,
The Names,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Mantronix,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Clarke,
The Remains,
This Heat,
Jacques Brel,
Ituana,
Pole,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aural Exciters,
Vladislav Delay,
The Wake,
Faust,
the Normal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warren Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.