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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monolake,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims,
T.S.O.L.,
Eden Ahbez,
Pylon,
Dead Boys,
the Normal,
Bauhaus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chrome,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABBA,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Görl,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Index,
Scientists,
Hashim,
Buzzcocks,
Rakim,
Rekid,
Wolf Eyes,
The Techniques,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
Terrestrial Tones,
F. McDonald,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
The Black Dice,
The Misunderstood,
New York Dolls,
Rapeman,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Surgeon,
Black Pus,
The Gladiators,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Style,
Gastr Del Sol,
Half Japanese,
Ten City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bush Tetras,
The Smiths,
Nico,
Roxy Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
K-Klass,
Lungfish,
The Blackbyrds,
Sixth Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.