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 Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Invisible to the dance 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Nils Olav,
The Cure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
the Slits,
Lower 48,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arcadia,
The J.B.'s,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Dolphy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neu!,
MC5,
Theoretical Girls,
Supertramp,
Arab on Radar,
Parry Music,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New York Dolls,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sandy B,
The Wake,
Can,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick Morgan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faraquet,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
David McCallum,
Jacob Miller,
The Kinks,
Gong,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Idris Muhammad,
Alison Limerick,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
Trumans Water,
Grey Daturas,
Nirvana,
Urselle,
The Moody Blues,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.