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 France and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Star Department to the grime 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Albert Ayler,
Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mad Mike,
New Age Steppers,
The Sonics,
Clear Light,
Ten City,
Echospace,
John Holt,
Ronnie Foster,
Malaria!,
Jerry's Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Görl,
Little Man,
Drive Like Jehu,
Don Cherry,
Unwound,
Mars,
The Pop Group,
Byron Stingily,
Connie Case,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
Minor Threat,
Outsiders,
Angry Samoans,
Marine Girls,
Nico,
DNA,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Godley & Creme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anthony Braxton,
Average White Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Spoonie Gee,
China Crisis,
The Raincoats,
Pagans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flipper,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
FM Einheit,
Funky Four + One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.