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 South Africa and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Black Bananas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Rod Modell,
Sixth Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Mills,
Subhumans,
Pantaleimon,
The Gun Club,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fortunes,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
MC5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
the Germs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lyres,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Remains,
DNA,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
Banda Bassotti,
Colin Newman,
Outsiders,
Echospace,
the Swans,
Deepchord,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill,
Glenn Branca,
the Slits,
The Litter,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxette,
Vladislav Delay,
Wasted Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Sight & Sound,
Second Layer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
Suburban Knight,
Inner City,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Joensuu 1685,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.