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 Zimbabwe and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Anthony Braxton to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and a clarinet 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Average White Band,
Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moleskins,
Brothers Johnson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Black Dice,
Thee Headcoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Porter Ricks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hardrive,
Funky Four + One,
The Saints,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aaron Thompson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mandrill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Niagra,
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arab on Radar,
D'Angelo,
Los Fastidios,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cluster,
Crash Course in Science,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül,
Sällskapet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Dolphy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
Brick,
Eli Mardock,
The Divine Comedy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cramps,
Fear,
The Cowsills,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.