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 Thailand and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sonny Sharrock to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Fraelich,
The Red Krayola,
Sandy B,
Eric Dolphy,
Byron Stingily,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Copeland,
The Move,
OOIOO,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül,
The Remains,
T. Rex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Index,
Bill Near,
Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Nik Kershaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Bourne,
10cc,
Kayak,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
John Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Jerry's Kids,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flipper,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Kas Product,
Terry Callier,
Suicide,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Real Kids,
The Leaves,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.