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 Belarus and from Mexico City.
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 Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Slave to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Tropical Tobacco,
Livin' Joy,
Fat Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Ralphi Rosario,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amazonics,
Tears for Fears,
Babytalk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Can,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lindisfarne,
Skarface,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
EPMD,
Tomorrow,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The New Christs,
Panda Bear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wolf Eyes,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
Howard Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Coltrane,
June Days,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABC,
Moebius,
Neu!,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter & Gordon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bad Manners,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Happenings,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
Archie Shepp,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.