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 Paraguay and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Severed Heads to the funk 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 a rhodes and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
Harmonia,
Terry Callier,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül,
The Music Machine,
The Offenders,
Deepchord,
The Gun Club,
Spoonie Gee,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Circle Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boredoms,
Ronan,
The Vogues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brass Construction,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Residents,
The Index,
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tom Boy,
Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Massinfluence,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
E-Dancer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Organ,
Scratch Acid,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shuggie Otis,
U.S. Maple,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
Gabor Szabo,
Eve St. Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Livin' Joy,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aural Exciters,
Nico,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.