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 Morocco and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 U.S. Maple to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a 808 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Angels of Light,
Wings,
China Crisis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
The Fortunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Panda Bear,
Delta 5,
Royal Trux,
Ken Boothe,
Angry Samoans,
June of 44,
Minor Threat,
Bush Tetras,
Second Layer,
Sällskapet,
Grey Daturas,
Procol Harum,
Fad Gadget,
The Skatalites,
The Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Copeland,
Audionom,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Intrusion,
Jerry's Kids,
Lindisfarne,
The Gories,
A Certain Ratio,
Roger Hodgson,
Visage,
Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tears for Fears,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fat Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti,
Todd Terry,
Fugazi,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Suicide,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scientists,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.