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 Papua New Guinea and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Susan Cadogan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
JFA,
Warsaw,
Sällskapet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Surgeon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Sherman,
a-ha,
The Moleskins,
Tom Boy,
Main Source,
The Skatalites,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lungfish,
Dead Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Animal Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Talk Talk,
Thompson Twins,
Moebius,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
Blake Baxter,
Mission of Burma,
Dave Gahan,
MC5,
June of 44,
Unrelated Segments,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Sheep,
Roxy Music,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young,
Brand Nubian,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
Godley & Creme,
Pussy Galore,
Harmonia,
Gang Green,
Maurizio,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
Fear,
Neu!,
Grey Daturas,
The Alarm Clocks,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.