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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gastr Del Sol to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Zero Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Rekid,
Little Man,
Rites of Spring,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
Talk Talk,
The Beau Brummels,
Rapeman,
Easy Going,
The Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television,
Depeche Mode,
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Surgeon,
The Kinks,
Tropical Tobacco,
T. Rex,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
Carl Craig,
Skriet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
Stetsasonic,
Cameo,
Bauhaus,
Goldenarms,
Deadbeat,
Harmonia,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra,
Flipper,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Smooth,
Dead Boys,
David Axelrod,
Scion,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
Bill Wells,
Mad Mike,
The Stooges,
Half Japanese,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacob Miller,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiohead,
Sight & Sound,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.