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 Turkmenistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 June of 44 to the techno 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Infiniti,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
the Bar-Kays,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nirvana,
Interpol,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman,
Joyce Sims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Newcleus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Association,
Iggy Pop,
Von Mondo,
Cluster,
Byron Stingily,
La Düsseldorf,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang On A Can,
Depeche Mode,
Chris & Cosey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barry Ungar,
The Wake,
Television,
X-102,
John Foxx,
Kaleidoscope,
A Certain Ratio,
Goldenarms,
Leonard Cohen,
Donald Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warren Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bob Dylan,
Josef K,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.