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 the UAE and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sight & Sound to the crunk 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep,
Wings,
The Tremeloes,
Delta 5,
Sight & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lakeside,
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger,
Sandy B,
Henry Cow,
The Five Americans,
A Certain Ratio,
Smog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Index,
D'Angelo,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Godley & Creme,
Roxette,
Peter & Gordon,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Halsall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lungfish,
Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Steve Hackett,
Hardrive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young,
Harmonia,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heaven 17,
The Doors,
The Smiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Ice-T,
Prince Buster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quadrant,
Rufus Thomas,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.