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 Egypt and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Slits to the punk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Gladiators,
Magma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Josef K,
The Barracudas,
Prince Buster,
Gong,
Agitation Free,
Slave,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
The New Christs,
Amazonics,
Pussy Galore,
China Crisis,
Mantronix,
Hashim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cecil Taylor,
Organ,
Quando Quango,
Gabor Szabo,
FM Einheit,
The Golliwogs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fuzztones,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
Theoretical Girls,
Tres Demented,
ABBA,
The Sound,
Marmalade,
Mr. Review,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonny Sharrock,
MDC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kaleidoscope,
New Age Steppers,
Brick,
Rites of Spring,
Piero Umiliani,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Janne Schatter,
Hardrive,
The Searchers,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
Alice Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brand Nubian,
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers,
Matthew Halsall,
Wally Richardson,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.