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 Andorra and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dual Sessions to the grunge 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Saints,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harmonia,
Agent Orange,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
Rosa Yemen,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cowsills,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl,
Jacques Brel,
Swans,
KRS-One,
Pagans,
Kenny Larkin,
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry's Kids,
Second Layer,
The Music Machine,
Carl Craig,
The Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
David Axelrod,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stereo Dub,
The Durutti Column,
Terry Callier,
Average White Band,
Sister Nancy,
Trumans Water,
Eric Copeland,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
China Crisis,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mummies,
Newcleus,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Los Fastidios,
Ornette Coleman,
Glenn Branca,
Drexciya,
Angry Samoans,
Bluetip,
Funkadelic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
Cybotron,
Fear,
Sugar Minott,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.