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 Niger and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Livin' Joy 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
CMW,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
The Count Five,
The Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Spoonie Gee,
Kayak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mars,
Fugazi,
The Litter,
The Dirtbombs,
Isaac Hayes,
the Bar-Kays,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Tremeloes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-Ray Spex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Trumans Water,
The Toasters,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
the Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
The Pretty Things,
The Offenders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ice-T,
Eve St. Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cymande,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Zeros,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
Lucky Dragons,
Anakelly,
Banda Bassotti,
Pierre Henry,
Niagra,
Livin' Joy,
Aural Exciters,
Wasted Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Motorama,
Franke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Busters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erasure,
EPMD,
LL Cool J,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.