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 Germany and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Angels of Light to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Masters at Work,
Roxy Music,
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
cv313,
The Gladiators,
Minnie Riperton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABC,
Darondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Buzzcocks,
Livin' Joy,
Albert Ayler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arab on Radar,
Circle Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
The Durutti Column,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Average White Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Tubeway Army,
Donald Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Supertramp,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
The Cramps,
Idris Muhammad,
Zero Boys,
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
Rotary Connection,
Das Ding,
The Raincoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smiths,
Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
Warsaw,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Bowie,
Glenn Branca,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.