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 China and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tim Buckley to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Marine Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Y Pants,
Grey Daturas,
Ponytail,
Black Pus,
Robert Hood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Babytalk,
Dark Day,
Graham Central Station,
DNA,
Simply Red,
Liliput,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
Nico,
Half Japanese,
Trumans Water,
ABBA,
Al Stewart,
Bauhaus,
Essential Logic,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
Jimmy McGriff,
Curtis Mayfield,
David McCallum,
Cal Tjader,
Barry Ungar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Slits,
Altered Images,
The Gories,
LL Cool J,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monolake,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pussy Galore,
Roxette,
Country Teasers,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Outsiders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Don Cherry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Supertramp,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.