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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sun Ra 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Sherman,
Monolake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra,
Crime,
Fela Kuti,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Görl,
In Retrospect,
Joe Smooth,
The Motions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
The Dirtbombs,
Funkadelic,
Oneida,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Easy Going,
Simply Red,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Ronan,
Can,
Oblivians,
Zero Boys,
Fear,
Piero Umiliani,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
The Evens,
Radio Birdman,
10cc,
Yaz,
The Young Rascals,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gun Club,
The Five Americans,
K-Klass,
Fat Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amazonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hardrive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul II Soul,
Rod Modell,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.