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 Slovakia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Wasted Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Niagra 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 dance 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 guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Easy Going,
The Move,
Quadrant,
Mark Hollis,
Man Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Pierre Henry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rod Modell,
Absolute Body Control,
Royal Trux,
A Certain Ratio,
Suicide,
Bobby Womack,
Bauhaus,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronan,
Gang Green,
Ten City,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
F. McDonald,
Nick Fraelich,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rosa Yemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Nico,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
Mad Mike,
The Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Searchers,
Rekid,
Piero Umiliani,
Little Man,
Crash Course in Science,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sister Nancy,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiohead,
Ohio Players,
The Misunderstood,
10cc,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Slave,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.