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 Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dead Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
a-ha,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monks,
Fat Boys,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rufus Thomas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monolake,
The Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Unrelated Segments,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül II,
Soul II Soul,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Supertramp,
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs,
Aswad,
Hardrive,
Gang Starr,
Deakin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Order,
Gang of Four,
John Holt,
The New Christs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Simply Red,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
AZ,
Patti Smith,
The Star Department,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
Lalann,
Guru Guru,
Duran Duran,
Deepchord,
Goldenarms,
Basic Channel,
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
Index,
Fugazi,
The Tremeloes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare,
Yusef Lateef,
L. Decosne,
Nirvana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Womack,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.