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 Luxembourg and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Section 25 to the grunge 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Bronski Beat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Basic Channel,
Carl Craig,
Magazine,
The Residents,
Hoover,
Dead Boys,
Average White Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Eli Mardock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
E-Dancer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Bourne,
Fela Kuti,
Soul II Soul,
Minny Pops,
Delta 5,
The Victims,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare,
Charles Mingus,
Nils Olav,
The Monochrome Set,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Invisible,
Ohio Players,
The Sonics,
Pantytec,
Schoolly D,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cybotron,
Theoretical Girls,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
Bad Manners,
Bang On A Can,
The Motions,
Todd Rundgren,
Ten City,
X-Ray Spex,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Youth Brigade,
Tim Buckley,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy Collins,
Colin Newman,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.