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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skarface to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ten City,
Alison Limerick,
Sugar Minott,
A Certain Ratio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Little Man,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bob Dylan,
Idris Muhammad,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
Circle Jerks,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
Deadbeat,
The Beau Brummels,
Whodini,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gap Band,
Quando Quango,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick Morgan,
Lyres,
The American Breed,
The Music Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
These Immortal Souls,
This Heat,
Parry Music,
The Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Dawn Penn,
Crash Course in Science,
Fat Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Main Source,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantytec,
The Raincoats,
Laurel Aitken,
The Vogues,
The Knickerbockers,
Jawbox,
Crooked Eye,
Bluetip,
The Martian,
The Fugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young,
Minor Threat,
Lindisfarne,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.