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 Argentina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Boredoms to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Count Five,
The Doors,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sex Pistols,
Ultra Naté,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Techniques,
Silicon Teens,
Yaz,
Black Sheep,
Oneida,
Moby Grape,
Deepchord,
cv313,
Warsaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Babytalk,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
The Happenings,
Joey Negro,
Roxy Music,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerri Chandler,
Mantronix,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gong,
Gil Scott Heron,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
Essential Logic,
Roger Hodgson,
the Bar-Kays,
Blossom Toes,
Technova,
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
Aural Exciters,
Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mr. Review,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Human League,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.