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 Fiji and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ponytail to the techno 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Half Japanese,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blancmange,
Roxette,
The Star Department,
Bang On A Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Trumans Water,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
ABC,
Arab on Radar,
Tim Buckley,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
The Techniques,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Flag,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Style,
Infiniti,
Glenn Branca,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-102,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tommy Roe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cybotron,
The Move,
KRS-One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ornette Coleman,
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Henry Cow,
Pylon,
The Dead C,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sound,
Sam Rivers,
David Axelrod,
D'Angelo,
Underground Resistance,
The Raincoats,
Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.