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 Turkey and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jimmy McGriff to the disco 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
New York Dolls,
Erasure,
James White and The Blacks,
Arthur Verocai,
Khruangbin,
Brick,
Eric Copeland,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mojo Men,
Black Bananas,
John Foxx,
Von Mondo,
Ossler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oneida,
Subhumans,
The Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Pagans,
Ituana,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bluetip,
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Pierre Henry,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mandrill,
The Skatalites,
Lyres,
Lou Reed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs,
The Martian,
Main Source,
Chrome,
Pantytec,
The Fugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Young Rascals,
Moby Grape,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Wells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delta 5,
June of 44,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.