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 Kuwait and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed to the jazz 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
Symarip,
Das Ding,
The Leaves,
Public Enemy,
10cc,
Guru Guru,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultravox,
Black Moon,
Yazoo,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Ken Boothe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
The Music Machine,
Jandek,
Cybotron,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warsaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
Underground Resistance,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Kaleidoscope,
Moby Grape,
Deepchord,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Patti Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers,
Vainqueur,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
Rapeman,
Smog,
Trumans Water,
John Coltrane,
The Human League,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
Matthew Halsall,
L. Decosne,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.