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 Croatia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 a-ha to the disco 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Lalann,
The Cure,
Roxette,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Hood,
The New Christs,
Rufus Thomas,
Index,
Basic Channel,
Q and Not U,
Neu!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monochrome Set,
Boz Scaggs,
Wally Richardson,
Desert Stars,
Lou Christie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Drexciya,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
Blancmange,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Osbourne,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun,
Eve St. Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alison Limerick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donny Hathaway,
David Axelrod,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Wyatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
Hasil Adkins,
The J.B.'s,
Peter and Kerry,
Porter Ricks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Grass Roots,
Byron Stingily,
PIL,
Carl Craig,
Rod Modell,
Jacques Brel,
Tres Demented,
Scrapy,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.