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 Ireland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DNA to the rock 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Banda Bassotti,
AZ,
Livin' Joy,
Skarface,
The Selecter,
Sun City Girls,
The Fugs,
the Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Womack,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young,
Monolake,
Chrome,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
cv313,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
Fela Kuti,
Country Teasers,
The Invisible,
The Litter,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
World's Most,
Magma,
The Standells,
Nils Olav,
Malaria!,
Minor Threat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Age Steppers,
Sex Pistols,
Black Pus,
Clear Light,
Carl Craig,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick May,
Quando Quango,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thompson Twins,
10cc,
Main Source,
Ohio Players,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.