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 Afghanistan and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Görl,
Hasil Adkins,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
Porter Ricks,
Chrome,
Todd Terry,
Silicon Teens,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Moon,
Lakeside,
Negative Approach,
X-101,
Eurythmics,
Desert Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang of Four,
The Evens,
Alice Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Shoche,
Lyres,
Jawbox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Outsiders,
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
a-ha,
Joensuu 1685,
Angry Samoans,
Skarface,
the Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Bananas,
The Music Machine,
Franke,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
X-102,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zapp,
Sister Nancy,
Letta Mbulu,
Interpol,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.