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 Lithuania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Cymande to the grunge 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Parrish,
Erasure,
The Motions,
Qualms,
Bobby Womack,
Sparks,
H. Thieme,
Marmalade,
Massinfluence,
Nirvana,
Brothers Johnson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Howard Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Sherman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Invisible,
Interpol,
Kayak,
Bootsy Collins,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
Al Stewart,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Supertramp,
Sight & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
Soft Cell,
Index,
Franke,
Nico,
John Lydon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Letta Mbulu,
John Foxx,
E-Dancer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cybotron,
Schoolly D,
The Birthday Party,
The Human League,
Scientists,
Little Man,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalann,
The Young Rascals,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
UT,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stetsasonic,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.