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 Denmark and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cal Tjader to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Mantronix,
Roxette,
Peter & Gordon,
The Vogues,
Make Up,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flipper,
Tres Demented,
Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
The Trojans,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Juan Atkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABBA,
The Move,
Pole,
Sandy B,
Skaos,
The Doors,
Alton Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
The Tremeloes,
Siglo XX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T. Rex,
Wally Richardson,
Lakeside,
Jeff Mills,
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacob Miller,
Junior Murvin,
The Five Americans,
The Moleskins,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonic Youth,
The Fortunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Pierre Henry,
Fatback Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Minor Threat,
Carl Craig,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.