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 Hungary and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Danielle Patucci to the rap 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Bar-Kays,
John Holt,
The Red Krayola,
the Normal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Dolphy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crime,
EPMD,
Archie Shepp,
Soul II Soul,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
L. Decosne,
This Heat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stetsasonic,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bob Dylan,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Count Five,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
Godley & Creme,
X-101,
David Axelrod,
Sister Nancy,
Au Pairs,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faust,
Patti Smith,
The Happenings,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bluetip,
Parry Music,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.