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 Ethiopia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Warren Ellis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lungfish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Wolf Eyes,
B.T. Express,
Scan 7,
Drexciya,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lyres,
Marine Girls,
Animal Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
Aaron Thompson,
Suburban Knight,
Hardrive,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
Porter Ricks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pere Ubu,
Ohio Players,
The Monochrome Set,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
Motorama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
This Heat,
Fear,
Minnie Riperton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scratch Acid,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maleditus Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Simply Red,
John Holt,
Tim Buckley,
JFA,
Joyce Sims,
Zero Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacob Miller,
Q65,
Donald Byrd,
Shoche,
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
Laurel Aitken,
OOIOO,
Bobby Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.