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 Antigua and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
Wings,
Popol Vuh,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills,
Scratch Acid,
John Holt,
Arthur Verocai,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
China Crisis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pagans,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Teasers,
Fatback Band,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
JFA,
The Happenings,
Quando Quango,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
the Bar-Kays,
Eli Mardock,
Maleditus Sound,
Eddi Front,
R.M.O.,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Style,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fluxion,
James White and The Blacks,
Sugar Minott,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joey Negro,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Five Americans,
Cluster,
Joyce Sims,
Bush Tetras,
Aaron Thompson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
Lalann,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.