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 Bhutan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a güiro 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 oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Laurel Aitken,
Leonard Cohen,
Index,
Rapeman,
The Remains,
The Golliwogs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alphaville,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Khruangbin,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skarface,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare,
UT,
Television Personalities,
Ituana,
Qualms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fortunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Standells,
Malaria!,
Matthew Halsall,
Soulsonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerri Chandler,
Nik Kershaw,
Flash Fearless,
Ossler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MC5,
Bronski Beat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
Niagra,
Quando Quango,
Davy DMX,
Arab on Radar,
Roger Hodgson,
Aural Exciters,
the Fania All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
Rufus Thomas,
Make Up,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.