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 Uganda and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Drexciya to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Youth Brigade,
Unwound,
The Young Rascals,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Panda Bear,
Leonard Cohen,
Parry Music,
Wally Richardson,
Talk Talk,
Ludus,
This Heat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kaleidoscope,
Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Connie Case,
Robert Görl,
Moebius,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Machine,
The Seeds,
Malaria!,
The Standells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days,
Matthew Halsall,
These Immortal Souls,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Ossler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacob Miller,
John Foxx,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
The Saints,
The American Breed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alphaville,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
Wire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
Shoche,
Kas Product,
Chrome,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonic Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Pus,
B.T. Express,
Mr. Review,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.