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 Niger and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grunge 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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?
Donald Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Dolphy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
kango's stein massive,
Skaos,
Altered Images,
Terry Callier,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young,
Supertramp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Saccharine Trust,
Procol Harum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
La Düsseldorf,
Delta 5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Letta Mbulu,
The Stooges,
Inner City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Near,
Mars,
The Fortunes,
Josef K,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Prince Buster,
A Certain Ratio,
Max Romeo,
Ludus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
Cecil Taylor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harry Pussy,
Depeche Mode,
The Barracudas,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
The Gap Band,
Ultravox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Kas Product,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
Accadde A,
Junior Murvin,
Dead Boys,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.