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 Samoa and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Black Bananas to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker,
Model 500,
UT,
EPMD,
Fluxion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Altered Images,
The Victims,
Lower 48,
Black Pus,
Trumans Water,
The Shadows of Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flipper,
The Zeros,
Lyres,
Joy Division,
Patti Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Hill,
CMW,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Christie,
Aural Exciters,
New Age Steppers,
Hashim,
Amazonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Junior Murvin,
Gichy Dan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Golliwogs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quadrant,
Harpers Bizarre,
Excepter,
a-ha,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eden Ahbez,
Fat Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sound,
The Pop Group,
Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
Blancmange,
PIL,
Maleditus Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Saints,
Pylon,
K-Klass,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.