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 Maldives and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Martian to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and an organ 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Young Marble Giants,
Dead Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
In Retrospect,
Rod Modell,
Shoche,
Camouflage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marine Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ludus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bush Tetras,
Drexciya,
X-Ray Spex,
Outsiders,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
The Barracudas,
The Durutti Column,
Maurizio,
Television,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul II Soul,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerri Chandler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Kurtis Blow,
Essential Logic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Von Mondo,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young,
OOIOO,
Junior Murvin,
Roxy Music,
The Fugs,
Janne Schatter,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Womack,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
Zapp,
Nirvana,
The Five Americans,
New York Dolls,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.