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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Harpers Bizarre to the disco 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Tres Demented,
Pharoah Sanders,
Whodini,
The Durutti Column,
Gang of Four,
Grey Daturas,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Supertramp,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
Essential Logic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suicide,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sound,
Magazine,
Heaven 17,
Marc Almond,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Divine Comedy,
Sixth Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
The Happenings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Hood,
Depeche Mode,
Mantronix,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Intrusion,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
the Normal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
New Age Steppers,
D'Angelo,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
The Black Dice,
Fat Boys,
Infiniti,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.