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 Bahamas and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dennis Brown to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 clarinet and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oblivians,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne,
Kayak,
48th St. Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zapp,
Al Stewart,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monolake,
The Fall,
The Gun Club,
Terry Callier,
Buzzcocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Main Source,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pretty Things,
Franke,
Cecil Taylor,
John Lydon,
Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Green,
Pierre Henry,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lakeside,
the Bar-Kays,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones,
Neu!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gerry Rafferty,
The American Breed,
Whodini,
Siglo XX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.