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 Tuvalu and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the crunk 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Lalann,
X-Ray Spex,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra,
The Pretty Things,
Q and Not U,
The Kinks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cluster,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
Aloha Tigers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harmonia,
Jawbox,
New York Dolls,
Pole,
Josef K,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joey Negro,
Lindisfarne,
Thompson Twins,
Oblivians,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
Hot Snakes,
Skaos,
Mr. Review,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Fraelich,
Fad Gadget,
Hoover,
Arcadia,
Gang Starr,
Lyres,
Monolake,
Scratch Acid,
The Birthday Party,
FM Einheit,
Franke,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
Shoche,
The Techniques,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
Con Funk Shun,
Bizarre Inc.,
Icehouse,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang On A Can,
John Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.