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 Brazil and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sam Rivers to the electroclash 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terrestrial Tones,
China Crisis,
Deakin,
10cc,
Piero Umiliani,
Sandy B,
Popol Vuh,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Angels of Light,
The Zeros,
Bauhaus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins,
John Holt,
Inner City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
Country Teasers,
Babytalk,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
MDC,
Ten City,
The Stooges,
The Misunderstood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Khruangbin,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Dual Sessions,
Laurel Aitken,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minutemen,
Vainqueur,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joyce Sims,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Dolphy,
Rotary Connection,
Black Flag,
Kool Moe Dee,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.