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 Swaziland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Maleditus Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacques Brel,
the Association,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Sällskapet,
In Retrospect,
Procol Harum,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
Country Teasers,
Darondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Funkadelic,
Moebius,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alison Limerick,
Cameo,
Soft Machine,
Todd Terry,
Gang Starr,
Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Henry Cow,
Loose Ends,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dark Day,
Andrew Hill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
Ituana,
Severed Heads,
Urselle,
Angry Samoans,
LL Cool J,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Birthday Party,
Lightning Bolt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Max Romeo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Babytalk,
Visage,
Minor Threat,
Roger Hodgson,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris & Cosey,
Massinfluence,
Television,
Yazoo,
The Toasters,
Iggy Pop,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
Scan 7,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.