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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 The Kinks to the grime 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Ossler,
Eurythmics,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nico,
Faraquet,
Arcadia,
Archie Shepp,
Brand Nubian,
Bush Tetras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Charles Mingus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Velvet Underground,
The Real Kids,
The Index,
Bill Wells,
Qualms,
Ice-T,
Connie Case,
Negative Approach,
The Selecter,
Grey Daturas,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visage,
Subhumans,
The Wake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stetsasonic,
The Tremeloes,
Zero Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The United States of America,
T. Rex,
Marc Almond,
The New Christs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erykah Badu,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Prince Buster,
The Residents,
Letta Mbulu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Main Source,
Quantec,
T.S.O.L.,
Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.