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 Mozambique and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Babytalk to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes 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?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television,
Connie Case,
Lucky Dragons,
Urselle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Subhumans,
World's Most,
Warren Ellis,
The Litter,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tubeway Army,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Excepter,
One Last Wish,
John Cale,
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Halsall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dead Boys,
Eurythmics,
Lyres,
Camberwell Now,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mojo Men,
Livin' Joy,
Harmonia,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
Thompson Twins,
Kurtis Blow,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Pagans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
Bobby Womack,
LL Cool J,
The Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Duran Duran,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.