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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Golliwogs to the punk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Symarip,
Bill Near,
Basic Channel,
X-Ray Spex,
The Toasters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Guru Guru,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan,
The Move,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liliput,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moleskins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Average White Band,
Scratch Acid,
Audionom,
Subhumans,
kango's stein massive,
Graham Central Station,
Tears for Fears,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Flash Fearless,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter and Kerry,
Soulsonic Force,
Magma,
Radiohead,
The Beau Brummels,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mandrill,
The Durutti Column,
Sarah Menescal,
Neu!,
Half Japanese,
Soft Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Janne Schatter,
Toni Rubio,
La Düsseldorf,
Whodini,
The Pop Group,
Q and Not U,
Scrapy,
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.