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 Norway and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Mills to the rap 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Whodini,
Flipper,
The Litter,
CMW,
Quantec,
Deakin,
Bang On A Can,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
Television,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cal Tjader,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marvin Gaye,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moody Blues,
Black Moon,
Chrome,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lyres,
Amon Düül,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blake Baxter,
Pierre Henry,
Jandek,
Yusef Lateef,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fuzztones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk,
Pagans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dawn Penn,
Altered Images,
F. McDonald,
Jawbox,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick,
Roxy Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
In Retrospect,
Robert Wyatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
The Index,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.