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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Black Bananas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Model 500,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
Al Stewart,
Neu!,
T.S.O.L.,
the Bar-Kays,
Carl Craig,
Eric Dolphy,
Joyce Sims,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
Bob Dylan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
Symarip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
Alice Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magazine,
Average White Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
The Names,
Robert Görl,
New Order,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
Slick Rick,
Black Bananas,
Joensuu 1685,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
8 Eyed Spy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
10cc,
Eve St. Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Albert Ayler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Holt,
Amon Düül,
Amon Düül II,
Gong,
Agitation Free,
John Coltrane,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.