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 Mozambique and from Lille.
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 Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sixth Finger to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
Juan Atkins,
Sister Nancy,
Boz Scaggs,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Can,
Junior Murvin,
The American Breed,
Erykah Badu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hasil Adkins,
Quadrant,
Black Bananas,
The Pop Group,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Cameo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Motions,
Oblivians,
David McCallum,
Wolf Eyes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Move,
Alton Ellis,
MC5,
Ultravox,
UT,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Hill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Residents,
E-Dancer,
Barbara Tucker,
Scan 7,
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Easy Going,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
Roger Hodgson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Idris Muhammad,
Basic Channel,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
Magazine,
The Cramps,
John Holt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.