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 Libya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul II Soul,
The Fortunes,
Circle Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thee Headcoats,
ABC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flash Fearless,
The Stooges,
Agitation Free,
The Cramps,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Star Department,
In Retrospect,
Skarface,
Unrelated Segments,
X-101,
Alice Coltrane,
Slave,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mummies,
Animal Collective,
Desert Stars,
Easy Going,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Dennis Brown,
Skriet,
Terrestrial Tones,
World's Most,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
Dead Boys,
Country Teasers,
Quadrant,
Soulsonic Force,
Joey Negro,
John Holt,
Sällskapet,
Eden Ahbez,
Deepchord,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
Loose Ends,
Fluxion,
Andrew Hill,
John Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Sparks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mark Hollis,
Radio Birdman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.