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 Philippines and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Association to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Nils Olav,
Eli Mardock,
DNA,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scion,
Maurizio,
Jawbox,
X-102,
The Mummies,
The Residents,
Lower 48,
Barbara Tucker,
The Misunderstood,
The Count Five,
The Gories,
the Association,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Wells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra,
Barrington Levy,
Smog,
Inner City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Archie Shepp,
Flash Fearless,
Malaria!,
The Cowsills,
Ohio Players,
Q65,
48th St. Collective,
Fugazi,
Lyres,
Rekid,
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skriet,
Al Stewart,
The Knickerbockers,
The Beau Brummels,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
Saccharine Trust,
Neu!,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
Wasted Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cure,
Lungfish,
Ituana,
The Searchers,
Angry Samoans,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.