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 Korea North and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Qualms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
LL Cool J,
Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
The Five Americans,
Warren Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
Ronnie Foster,
Joyce Sims,
Peter & Gordon,
Livin' Joy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yellowson,
Wolf Eyes,
JFA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Isaac Hayes,
OOIOO,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Sheep,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Mandrill,
Chris & Cosey,
Cal Tjader,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shoche,
Rekid,
Underground Resistance,
Das Ding,
Gang of Four,
The Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tres Demented,
Minor Threat,
Quando Quango,
the Association,
The Mummies,
Parry Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare,
The Moleskins,
New Order,
48th St. Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Kas Product,
the Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Fela Kuti,
The Young Rascals,
Country Teasers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Yazoo,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.