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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 L. Decosne to the electroclash 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
the Germs,
Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Byrd,
Unwound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bauhaus,
Aswad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalann,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fatback Band,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
Fat Boys,
The Smiths,
Ossler,
Popol Vuh,
The Tremeloes,
Howard Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mars,
Flash Fearless,
Blake Baxter,
Basic Channel,
the Association,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fluxion,
The New Christs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slackers,
Jeff Lynne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cal Tjader,
Lyres,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.