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 Libya and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 The Evens to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
New Age Steppers,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blancmange,
The Five Americans,
Bush Tetras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Flag,
Reuben Wilson,
Dawn Penn,
Aloha Tigers,
Niagra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camberwell Now,
The Black Dice,
John Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
The United States of America,
Harry Pussy,
Piero Umiliani,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers,
Roger Hodgson,
Underground Resistance,
Bauhaus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jandek,
Glenn Branca,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rufus Thomas,
Scrapy,
Pierre Henry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Association,
UT,
Livin' Joy,
Liliput,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
EPMD,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The American Breed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Nirvana,
Animal Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Index,
Bootsy Collins,
L. Decosne,
Delta 5,
Albert Ayler,
Alton Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalann,
Deadbeat,
R.M.O.,
Guru Guru,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.