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 Thailand and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marc Almond to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fear,
Deepchord,
Mad Mike,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultra Naté,
These Immortal Souls,
Porter Ricks,
Thee Headcoats,
Unrelated Segments,
David Axelrod,
Can,
Visage,
the Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gun Club,
10cc,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arab on Radar,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
Average White Band,
The Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
The Five Americans,
Pole,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bush Tetras,
Gang of Four,
Oneida,
Royal Trux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ice-T,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
T.S.O.L.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yusef Lateef,
Wire,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
Darondo,
Vainqueur,
EPMD,
cv313,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monochrome Set,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren,
Moby Grape,
Cecil Taylor,
In Retrospect,
The Fuzztones,
Goldenarms,
Tom Boy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rapeman,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.