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 Turkmenistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Dark Day to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visage,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drexciya,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
the Germs,
Intrusion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Raincoats,
Lou Christie,
Harry Pussy,
The Kinks,
Kas Product,
Wolf Eyes,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Near,
Q and Not U,
The Cure,
Eli Mardock,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Evens,
Niagra,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
Quando Quango,
The Busters,
Rufus Thomas,
DNA,
Accadde A,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bauhaus,
Dawn Penn,
Glenn Branca,
Prince Buster,
L. Decosne,
K-Klass,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Malaria!,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lower 48,
Smog,
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag,
Second Layer,
Angry Samoans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Archie Shepp,
Yaz,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.