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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Tres Demented,
Minny Pops,
Cameo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
Swans,
Skriet,
Panda Bear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mad Mike,
Massinfluence,
Derrick May,
Michelle Simonal,
Scratch Acid,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
Livin' Joy,
Lucky Dragons,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thompson Twins,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
The American Breed,
Brass Construction,
Donald Byrd,
The Fall,
The Star Department,
Jacques Brel,
the Association,
The Move,
The Toasters,
Lou Christie,
Sister Nancy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
Magazine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
Popol Vuh,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
Alice Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
The Leaves,
Matthew Halsall,
Ossler,
Gong,
John Coltrane,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
Man Parrish,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.