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 Zambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quadrant to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo,
Trumans Water,
Stetsasonic,
The Techniques,
DJ Sneak,
the Slits,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jandek,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Prince Buster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Bourne,
Niagra,
Nirvana,
Scion,
Marc Almond,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Music Machine,
Animal Collective,
AZ,
Anakelly,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glenn Branca,
The Tremeloes,
Pole,
Scrapy,
DJ Style,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
Kaleidoscope,
the Swans,
The Pop Group,
Pierre Henry,
The Golliwogs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sound,
Sun Ra,
Ronan,
Sandy B,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gun Club,
Von Mondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Khruangbin,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Mantronix,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Standells,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.