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 Turkey and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Alison Limerick to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
The Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
Agitation Free,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Sound Behaviour,
Zero Boys,
Quadrant,
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
Drive Like Jehu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reagan Youth,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lindisfarne,
Jacques Brel,
Von Mondo,
The Offenders,
Fat Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rufus Thomas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quantec,
Kool Moe Dee,
The American Breed,
Warren Ellis,
The Motions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Pagans,
Godley & Creme,
Fluxion,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mr. Review,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
Soft Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
Alice Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick Morgan,
Yusef Lateef,
Cybotron,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.