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 Uruguay and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Lydon to the grunge 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Divine Comedy,
Bluetip,
The Standells,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
Das Ding,
Davy DMX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wire,
Oblivians,
Darondo,
Minutemen,
The Stooges,
Radiohead,
Maleditus Sound,
Zero Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Moon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABBA,
Porter Ricks,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
Television,
kango's stein massive,
Don Cherry,
Wasted Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang of Four,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed,
Zapp,
The Red Krayola,
The Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Raincoats,
Accadde A,
Robert Wyatt,
Intrusion,
Y Pants,
Pantaleimon,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
Amazonics,
Motorama,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
June of 44,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Camouflage,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.