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 Bhutan and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camberwell Now to the punk 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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül,
Babytalk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Music Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Aural Exciters,
Stiv Bators,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
Patti Smith,
Wire,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
Brand Nubian,
Lindisfarne,
Marmalade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight,
Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nirvana,
X-Ray Spex,
Donald Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fugazi,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Green,
Iggy Pop,
MDC,
The Grass Roots,
Nik Kershaw,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Marvin Gaye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sight & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Lungfish,
The Kinks,
Eric Copeland,
Aloha Tigers,
the Swans,
Mars,
Bronski Beat,
Morten Harket,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Absolute Body Control,
Godley & Creme,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jawbox,
The Human League,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.