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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Young Marble Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
David Bowie,
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
Scion,
Cheater Slicks,
Byron Stingily,
Arab on Radar,
X-102,
Joe Finger,
The Skatalites,
Youth Brigade,
Brick,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
The Invisible,
Chrome,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pussy Galore,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Carl Craig,
The Grass Roots,
Fatback Band,
Charles Mingus,
Skriet,
Lou Reed,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Green,
Los Fastidios,
Negative Approach,
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yusef Lateef,
The Real Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
The Smoke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.