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 Cameroon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Monochrome Set to the dance 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Flipper,
Susan Cadogan,
Infiniti,
The Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L.,
Mission of Burma,
Roxy Music,
Scratch Acid,
the Sonics,
JFA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joyce Sims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonic Youth,
Black Sheep,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Half Japanese,
Steve Hackett,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scientists,
Sun Ra,
Masters at Work,
Shoche,
Hashim,
Lalann,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
Brand Nubian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pussy Galore,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Hood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barbara Tucker,
The Saints,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
Eve St. Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Camberwell Now,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arab on Radar,
Idris Muhammad,
The Grass Roots,
Rufus Thomas,
Eurythmics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Silicon Teens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arcadia,
Kas Product,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swell Maps,
Sixth Finger,
Minor Threat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.