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 Mozambique and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Spitz.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June Days,
The Saints,
Mo-Dettes,
Marine Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eurythmics,
Public Enemy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donny Hathaway,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
One Last Wish,
The Last Poets,
Youth Brigade,
Radiohead,
Joe Finger,
Clear Light,
Rapeman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pere Ubu,
Newcleus,
Bill Wells,
Danielle Patucci,
John Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Prince Buster,
Sonic Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deepchord,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick Morgan,
Cameo,
Eden Ahbez,
The Count Five,
R.M.O.,
Gang Green,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moleskins,
The Five Americans,
Hot Snakes,
Bush Tetras,
The Sonics,
Blancmange,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nils Olav,
Lalann,
Soft Machine,
The Fuzztones,
AZ,
The Cowsills,
Minny Pops,
Circle Jerks,
The Smiths,
Q and Not U,
The Buckinghams,
Yazoo,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.