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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Kinks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roger Hodgson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chrome,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Symarip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon,
Marine Girls,
Neu!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Angels of Light,
The Wake,
The Pretty Things,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Hill,
Animal Collective,
Cluster,
Urselle,
Brothers Johnson,
OOIOO,
D'Angelo,
Altered Images,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
ABBA,
Popol Vuh,
Leonard Cohen,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerri Chandler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Franke,
Deakin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Silicon Teens,
Eve St. Jones,
Magazine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris Corsano,
Au Pairs,
Make Up,
Jeff Mills,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
Iggy Pop,
New Age Steppers,
Curtis Mayfield,
10cc,
Eden Ahbez,
Scrapy,
The Dead C,
Schoolly D,
Radiopuhelimet,
June of 44,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.