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 Czech Republic and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Cure to the punk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Public Enemy,
Morten Harket,
The Monks,
Inner City,
Groovy Waters,
David McCallum,
Skriet,
The J.B.'s,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Jandek,
A Certain Ratio,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra,
Yellowson,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
Desert Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Human League,
Cal Tjader,
U.S. Maple,
The Searchers,
Yaz,
Das Ding,
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bob Dylan,
Roxy Music,
Blossom Toes,
Marmalade,
Adolescents,
D'Angelo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nils Olav,
The Blues Magoos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sam Rivers,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102,
Sandy B,
Lyres,
Rufus Thomas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New York Dolls,
Section 25,
Pantaleimon,
Procol Harum,
DJ Style,
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Last Poets,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.