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 Gabon and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the punk 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Mills,
The Kinks,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
Animal Collective,
Brick,
Nick Fraelich,
Blancmange,
Rekid,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners,
Jerry's Kids,
Crime,
Heaven 17,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
The Fuzztones,
Loose Ends,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nirvana,
The Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Average White Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minny Pops,
Yellowson,
Matthew Halsall,
Bob Dylan,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Talk Talk,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cramps,
Colin Newman,
Gabor Szabo,
Fatback Band,
Popol Vuh,
Barrington Levy,
Laurel Aitken,
Cecil Taylor,
Trumans Water,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
The Saints,
Jacques Brel,
Tres Demented,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.