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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Index to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Make Up,
The Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shuggie Otis,
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
Groovy Waters,
Circle Jerks,
The Black Dice,
Easy Going,
Fugazi,
Blake Baxter,
Fad Gadget,
Babytalk,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Michelle Simonal,
The Techniques,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moby Grape,
Terry Callier,
Index,
the Germs,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
Graham Central Station,
Swell Maps,
Gang Starr,
Panda Bear,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
Cecil Taylor,
The Invisible,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Angels of Light,
Marine Girls,
Adolescents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Tremeloes,
The Selecter,
Ice-T,
The Buckinghams,
The Kinks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Divine Comedy,
Janne Schatter,
Sugar Minott,
Oblivians,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.