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 Samoa and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Niagra to the crunk 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Dolphy,
The Litter,
The Velvet Underground,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Supertramp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rod Modell,
Fluxion,
Gabor Szabo,
Aaron Thompson,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
Susan Cadogan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Procol Harum,
Average White Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monks,
Accadde A,
Gerry Rafferty,
Massinfluence,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Neu!,
Joe Finger,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
The Wake,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
Soft Machine,
Ten City,
The Residents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Symarip,
The Five Americans,
The Cowsills,
Grauzone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry's Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.