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 Kuwait and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the funk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Saccharine Trust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fear,
Slick Rick,
Funky Four + One,
Yazoo,
The Mojo Men,
The Gories,
Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band,
John Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scion,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Talk Talk,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Dolphy,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reagan Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
K-Klass,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Los Fastidios,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minor Threat,
Flipper,
Oblivians,
Hoover,
Public Enemy,
The Music Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Ten City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Sheep,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magazine,
Bluetip,
The Move,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.