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 Tanzania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Sonics to the crunk 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
Girls At Our Best!,
La Düsseldorf,
FM Einheit,
The Names,
Albert Ayler,
Clear Light,
Quantec,
Derrick Morgan,
Parry Music,
The Cramps,
Sister Nancy,
Boredoms,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
EPMD,
Ohio Players,
Warsaw,
The Black Dice,
Eve St. Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker,
Bang On A Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fatback Band,
The Angels of Light,
Sixth Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
Steve Hackett,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxy Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Carl Craig,
Goldenarms,
David Bowie,
Lou Christie,
CMW,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Don Cherry,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
Thee Headcoats,
Half Japanese,
Livin' Joy,
Davy DMX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Normal,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.