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 Belgium and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the punk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Bill Near,
PIL,
Gerry Rafferty,
K-Klass,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare,
The Blues Magoos,
Rekid,
Yusef Lateef,
Outsiders,
Masters at Work,
Marine Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Liliput,
Brick,
Kaleidoscope,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harmonia,
Robert Görl,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
June of 44,
Faust,
The Cowsills,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Model 500,
A Certain Ratio,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
Graham Central Station,
Bob Dylan,
Agitation Free,
UT,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
FM Einheit,
Joe Finger,
Scrapy,
Excepter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Clear Light,
Bluetip,
Saccharine Trust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
China Crisis,
Cymande,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warsaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.