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 Comoros and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Altered Images to the punk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Supertramp,
Harmonia,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
the Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Brick,
Sam Rivers,
Byron Stingily,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Teasers,
Excepter,
New Order,
Freddie Wadling,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bob Dylan,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
Agitation Free,
Can,
Blake Baxter,
Minutemen,
Skarface,
Intrusion,
The Trojans,
Jacques Brel,
Brass Construction,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mad Mike,
the Normal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Mills,
The Invisible,
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
MC5,
Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash,
Qualms,
Matthew Bourne,
Lindisfarne,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.