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 Kazakhstan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Royal Trux to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator 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's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
JFA,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
Don Cherry,
The Selecter,
Television,
Cecil Taylor,
Ten City,
Sixth Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deakin,
L. Decosne,
Jerry's Kids,
Maurizio,
Crime,
The Evens,
Colin Newman,
Hasil Adkins,
The Names,
Max Romeo,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blake Baxter,
UT,
Wolf Eyes,
Kas Product,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fortunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Arthur Verocai,
Laurel Aitken,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Saints,
Drexciya,
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
Vainqueur,
Liliput,
Suicide,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sugar Minott,
Morten Harket,
The Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.