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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Bauhaus to the punk 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Electric Prunes,
Visage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
Delta 5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra,
The Cramps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlback,
Goldenarms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Urselle,
Moebius,
Agitation Free,
Chris & Cosey,
The Wake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brick,
Alison Limerick,
Iggy Pop,
Reuben Wilson,
Brass Construction,
Joyce Sims,
Bang On A Can,
Erykah Badu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Supertramp,
Angry Samoans,
Amazonics,
Negative Approach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
Fad Gadget,
Ultra Naté,
Nirvana,
Hardrive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
UT,
X-101,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Easy Going,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
John Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
New York Dolls,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.