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 Lebanon and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Pussy Galore to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
The Victims,
Skriet,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aaron Thompson,
Maurizio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ice-T,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Byrd,
Yellowson,
Bluetip,
Black Pus,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sam Rivers,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix,
The Leaves,
Marine Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Animal Collective,
Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Fear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Half Japanese,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
Boredoms,
Andrew Hill,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Bourne,
The Barracudas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donald Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra,
Magma,
Roy Ayers,
Fat Boys,
Shoche,
Pylon,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
OOIOO,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.