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 Malawi and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Hot Snakes,
Toni Rubio,
Eric B and Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reagan Youth,
The Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Guru Guru,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drexciya,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joyce Sims,
Rufus Thomas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delta 5,
David Bowie,
Kurtis Blow,
Stereo Dub,
Lebanon Hanover,
Young Marble Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
Boz Scaggs,
Moby Grape,
Ornette Coleman,
Make Up,
Idris Muhammad,
Prince Buster,
the Bar-Kays,
Fluxion,
The Invisible,
JFA,
Barrington Levy,
The Cure,
Minny Pops,
Gang Green,
John Holt,
Neil Young,
Agent Orange,
Ronan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Malaria!,
Sun City Girls,
cv313,
Fugazi,
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction,
Flipper,
Whodini,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Charles Mingus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
Rekid,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.