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 New Zealand and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lindisfarne to the funk 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
KRS-One,
Symarip,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pop Group,
Sonic Youth,
AZ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
Mo-Dettes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
Maurizio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moebius,
Vainqueur,
The Monks,
Gang Green,
Lyres,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mandrill,
Negative Approach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neu!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Carl Craig,
Toni Rubio,
Faust,
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Barracudas,
The Beau Brummels,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tears for Fears,
Aloha Tigers,
Nas,
Shuggie Otis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Bob Dylan,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
La Düsseldorf,
Godley & Creme,
Slick Rick,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter and Kerry,
The Velvet Underground,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.