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 France and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
Godley & Creme,
The Sound,
Terry Callier,
Severed Heads,
Model 500,
Slick Rick,
Archie Shepp,
Yellowson,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
Lou Christie,
Joe Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Morten Harket,
Soft Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eli Mardock,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Livin' Joy,
Juan Atkins,
Dual Sessions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lower 48,
Can,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lucky Dragons,
Aswad,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonic Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
F. McDonald,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Main Source,
Easy Going,
Visage,
Crash Course in Science,
The Walker Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lyres,
Rotary Connection,
DNA,
Qualms,
Maurizio,
The Grass Roots,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare,
Gang Starr,
D'Angelo,
the Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.