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 Angola and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Lightning Bolt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bush Tetras,
The Neon Judgement,
K-Klass,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rapeman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra,
Jacques Brel,
LL Cool J,
Simply Red,
Tom Boy,
E-Dancer,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Swans,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Bronski Beat,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare,
Yazoo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Wyatt,
Dual Sessions,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy Collins,
Subhumans,
Peter & Gordon,
48th St. Collective,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Bourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Martian,
Agent Orange,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dead Boys,
Essential Logic,
The Selecter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
Dark Day,
Tears for Fears,
The Happenings,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
Joey Negro,
Goldenarms,
Jacob Miller,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.