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 Togo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thee Headcoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
Accadde A,
The Litter,
Half Japanese,
Cluster,
Yellowson,
Kenny Larkin,
Shuggie Otis,
Barbara Tucker,
Pylon,
Black Sheep,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mummies,
Skriet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Lynne,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
Henry Cow,
Marmalade,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nirvana,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
Alphaville,
Panda Bear,
The Dirtbombs,
Eli Mardock,
Ultra Naté,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blancmange,
Basic Channel,
Lalann,
Soul II Soul,
The Dave Clark Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Drexciya,
Connie Case,
the Normal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Real Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Japan,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June of 44,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Roxette,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.