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 Iran and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Reagan Youth to the grime 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Country Teasers,
Harmonia,
Fad Gadget,
Toni Rubio,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
Eurythmics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
R.M.O.,
Quando Quango,
The Happenings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
10cc,
Marc Almond,
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
UT,
La Düsseldorf,
Nas,
Clear Light,
the Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Misunderstood,
The Leaves,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Halsall,
Junior Murvin,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers,
Trumans Water,
Flamin' Groovies,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
The Names,
T. Rex,
Charles Mingus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Surgeon,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
48th St. Collective,
The Gap Band,
Organ,
Sound Behaviour,
Yellowson,
Yaz,
Eli Mardock,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.