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 Malawi and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Gil Scott Heron 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Youth Brigade,
the Normal,
The Durutti Column,
Altered Images,
The Move,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rites of Spring,
The Busters,
Royal Trux,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
Wolf Eyes,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Martian,
Buzzcocks,
the Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
The Residents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pylon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Silicon Teens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Y Pants,
The Golliwogs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mantronix,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
Toni Rubio,
Whodini,
Bad Manners,
Danielle Patucci,
Cecil Taylor,
Howard Jones,
Jawbox,
The Fortunes,
The Zeros,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fluxion,
Young Marble Giants,
Little Man,
Pere Ubu,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.