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 Armenia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lee Hazlewood to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joyce Sims,
Boredoms,
Fat Boys,
Dawn Penn,
a-ha,
Rakim,
Infiniti,
New York Dolls,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
John Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kayak,
The Doors,
Lyres,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
Easy Going,
Pulsallama,
Animal Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Terry,
The Invisible,
John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Christie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
One Last Wish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Suicide,
Soul II Soul,
The Neon Judgement,
Jimmy McGriff,
Michelle Simonal,
Rites of Spring,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
the Germs,
Black Sheep,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül II,
Cecil Taylor,
Depeche Mode,
Eddi Front,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Mills,
Rod Modell,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.