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 Indonesia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 The Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wasted Youth,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
Black Moon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
Soul II Soul,
Barry Ungar,
La Düsseldorf,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
PIL,
Robert Görl,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
Deadbeat,
Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Bad Manners,
Simply Red,
The Standells,
Piero Umiliani,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
Zero Boys,
Slick Rick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Mantronix,
Desert Stars,
Zapp,
Scratch Acid,
Henry Cow,
Stetsasonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound,
Colin Newman,
Khruangbin,
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalann,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultravox,
Brass Construction,
Pantytec,
Malaria!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
Monks,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.