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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Siglo XX to the disco 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
Con Funk Shun,
Isaac Hayes,
Freddie Wadling,
Dennis Brown,
the Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare,
Delta 5,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Move,
David McCallum,
Massinfluence,
Lee Hazlewood,
These Immortal Souls,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
Piero Umiliani,
Talk Talk,
John Holt,
Bob Dylan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Outsiders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cheater Slicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Tom Boy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fugazi,
Deadbeat,
Camouflage,
Smog,
Zero Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Invisible,
Josef K,
Wings,
Tim Buckley,
Hoover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Groovy Waters,
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
the Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cal Tjader,
The Selecter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantytec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.