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 Indonesia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Quantec to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
Ornette Coleman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Gladiators,
Laurel Aitken,
Adolescents,
The Velvet Underground,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Livin' Joy,
Bob Dylan,
Grey Daturas,
Khruangbin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moody Blues,
Blossom Toes,
The Index,
Al Stewart,
Funkadelic,
Make Up,
Maleditus Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gichy Dan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bauhaus,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
Skaos,
Jacob Miller,
DNA,
Q and Not U,
Royal Trux,
Public Enemy,
E-Dancer,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Niagra,
Idris Muhammad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef,
Ludus,
Todd Terry,
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic,
Reuben Wilson,
the Normal,
Rapeman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Sneak,
MC5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.