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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Derrick Morgan,
Unwound,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
JFA,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
Eli Mardock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultra Naté,
Intrusion,
the Normal,
Tears for Fears,
Niagra,
Jacob Miller,
The Angels of Light,
Skaos,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Franke,
Television Personalities,
Roxy Music,
Grey Daturas,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Age Steppers,
Letta Mbulu,
Index,
Von Mondo,
Heaven 17,
Zero Boys,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sugar Minott,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed,
Porter Ricks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warsaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Yaz,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pop Group,
Rosa Yemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rekid,
Scratch Acid,
Gabor Szabo,
Average White Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.