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 Denmark and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Suicide to the disco 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mad Mike,
The Gun Club,
Severed Heads,
The Five Americans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gabor Szabo,
The New Christs,
Rekid,
Alison Limerick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masters at Work,
Television Personalities,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ohio Players,
R.M.O.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
Dennis Brown,
Ultra Naté,
Byron Stingily,
Adolescents,
Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aswad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Isaac Hayes,
MC5,
the Association,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jandek,
Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Nils Olav,
Con Funk Shun,
Gong,
Yusef Lateef,
Circle Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
Mission of Burma,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.