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 New Zealand and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Raincoats to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dead C,
B.T. Express,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Sneak,
Flipper,
Masters at Work,
Mandrill,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gap Band,
Popol Vuh,
Dorothy Ashby,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed,
the Sonics,
Dead Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
MDC,
AZ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gichy Dan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
Ornette Coleman,
Joyce Sims,
Cybotron,
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
Terry Callier,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Skatalites,
The Knickerbockers,
Leonard Cohen,
F. McDonald,
Fear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slackers,
The Durutti Column,
Barrington Levy,
Quantec,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Enemy,
Radio Birdman,
Aural Exciters,
Niagra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mojo Men,
The Trojans,
the Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scan 7,
Bobby Sherman,
Fugazi,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Copeland,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.