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 Nicaragua and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Adolescents to the jazz 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Sam Rivers,
The Cure,
Laurel Aitken,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Rundgren,
The Remains,
Idris Muhammad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
10cc,
Stiv Bators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Selecter,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Halsall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
Rakim,
Alphaville,
Royal Trux,
China Crisis,
Jeff Mills,
Bang On A Can,
Basic Channel,
Janne Schatter,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
Television,
Archie Shepp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
Bauhaus,
Anakelly,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boz Scaggs,
Trumans Water,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magma,
The Beau Brummels,
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cameo,
The Golliwogs,
Rod Modell,
Joey Negro,
Funkadelic,
Skarface,
The Associates,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Vogues,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.