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 Vietnam and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Barbara Tucker to the dance 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Buckinghams,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
Bad Manners,
Tropical Tobacco,
World's Most,
Juan Atkins,
FM Einheit,
Black Flag,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
Sugar Minott,
Black Pus,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Hill,
The Pretty Things,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eve St. Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Barbara Tucker,
Cal Tjader,
Wings,
Iggy Pop,
Tommy Roe,
Drexciya,
Ponytail,
Joy Division,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Womack,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
10cc,
Infiniti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
Monolake,
E-Dancer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liliput,
Moebius,
Sonny Sharrock,
T. Rex,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.