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 Greece and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Fatback Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Mary Jane Girls,
David McCallum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fat Boys,
Jandek,
Chris & Cosey,
New Age Steppers,
Grauzone,
Los Fastidios,
Spandau Ballet,
Agent Orange,
Subhumans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
X-101,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Count Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharoah Sanders,
Qualms,
Alison Limerick,
Darondo,
R.M.O.,
Schoolly D,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hashim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Babytalk,
Smog,
Barrington Levy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radio Birdman,
Model 500,
Scientists,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
Sparks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Lynne,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare,
B.T. Express,
Letta Mbulu,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronan,
Roxette,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.