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 Sudan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Index to the jazz 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nirvana,
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kas Product,
Agent Orange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funkadelic,
Ohio Players,
The Searchers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jandek,
Maurizio,
June Days,
The Index,
Mars,
Livin' Joy,
MC5,
Gil Scott Heron,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spandau Ballet,
X-102,
The Techniques,
Fatback Band,
Sugar Minott,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord,
Los Fastidios,
Duran Duran,
The Cowsills,
The Move,
The Gun Club,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terry Callier,
Jacob Miller,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.