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 United States and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Bluetip to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Teasers,
T. Rex,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Association,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
Clear Light,
Bill Near,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Khruangbin,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
Black Pus,
Ituana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joensuu 1685,
The Litter,
E-Dancer,
Cybotron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hasil Adkins,
Grey Daturas,
Aural Exciters,
Dawn Penn,
Con Funk Shun,
Deakin,
The Moleskins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Newcleus,
The New Christs,
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
Colin Newman,
Black Flag,
Skaos,
PIL,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Half Japanese,
Derrick May,
Slick Rick,
Q and Not U,
The Pop Group,
June of 44,
New York Dolls,
Slave,
Blake Baxter,
UT,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rufus Thomas,
Schoolly D,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cure,
Index,
Television Personalities,
Radio Birdman,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.