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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New York Dolls to the rock 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Wyatt,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rotary Connection,
Bad Manners,
The Blues Magoos,
K-Klass,
Minutemen,
Bauhaus,
the Human League,
Talk Talk,
the Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DNA,
Simply Red,
Throbbing Gristle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
Ludus,
MDC,
Y Pants,
UT,
Lou Reed,
Nik Kershaw,
The Red Krayola,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Mills,
R.M.O.,
Cheater Slicks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cal Tjader,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warsaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Angels of Light,
Mission of Burma,
John Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Whodini,
Mad Mike,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Green,
Fela Kuti,
Rosa Yemen,
Pulsallama,
The Leaves,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.