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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sparks to the rap 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agent Orange,
Roxette,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
Con Funk Shun,
Radio Birdman,
Scrapy,
Alison Limerick,
Infiniti,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Bourne,
Max Romeo,
Surgeon,
Television Personalities,
cv313,
Moebius,
Alphaville,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
Quadrant,
Guru Guru,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Terry,
Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Organ,
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction,
Anakelly,
Model 500,
Second Layer,
The Tremeloes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Certain Ratio,
Donald Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shuggie Otis,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Star Department,
The Victims,
The Black Dice,
Stetsasonic,
The Mojo Men,
The Misunderstood,
The Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Smog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
This Heat,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.