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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Section 25 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Man Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
Althea and Donna,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pagans,
Index,
Arcadia,
PIL,
The Busters,
Josef K,
Crash Course in Science,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Popol Vuh,
Pole,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monks,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Bourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Idris Muhammad,
Interpol,
Lyres,
Television,
Bobby Sherman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cluster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blancmange,
Joey Negro,
Bush Tetras,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
The Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
The Monks,
Vainqueur,
Black Pus,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul II Soul,
Magma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
Fluxion,
Mo-Dettes,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.