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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Young Rascals to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Count Five,
The Associates,
Whodini,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sandy B,
Soft Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Index,
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
10cc,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül II,
Barrington Levy,
Throbbing Gristle,
This Heat,
Arthur Verocai,
Suicide,
Idris Muhammad,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mandrill,
The Walker Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Holt,
Deakin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Darondo,
Agitation Free,
The Modern Lovers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
AZ,
The Misunderstood,
The Techniques,
Ultravox,
Funkadelic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Görl,
Pierre Henry,
Radiohead,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Womack,
Trumans Water,
Slick Rick,
Icehouse,
Spoonie Gee,
The Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Qualms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Patti Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Tres Demented,
Dennis Brown,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.