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 Poland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Saints,
Soft Machine,
Pulsallama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swans,
June Days,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Star Department,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
UT,
Wings,
Andrew Hill,
Franke,
World's Most,
Barry Ungar,
The Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Starr,
John Cale,
Moebius,
Vainqueur,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television,
Boz Scaggs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Offenders,
H. Thieme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Copeland,
AZ,
Robert Wyatt,
D'Angelo,
Livin' Joy,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Surgeon,
Kurtis Blow,
Groovy Waters,
Outsiders,
Banda Bassotti,
Bob Dylan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wally Richardson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.