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 Micronesia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Duran Duran,
World's Most,
Davy DMX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Womack,
Boz Scaggs,
Faraquet,
Erasure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minny Pops,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick May,
Second Layer,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Near,
The Names,
Oneida,
Joy Division,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Selecter,
Jeff Mills,
The Vogues,
Icehouse,
David Axelrod,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slave,
The Moody Blues,
the Human League,
Ossler,
Toni Rubio,
Oblivians,
Vainqueur,
Wings,
The Dead C,
The Zeros,
Suicide,
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
Darondo,
Y Pants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gun Club,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
Faust,
Rapeman,
Pantytec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funky Four + One,
Swans,
Minutemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Deadbeat,
Don Cherry,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.