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 Serbia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Drexciya 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Last Poets,
X-Ray Spex,
June Days,
Procol Harum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rekid,
Mission of Burma,
Oneida,
Toni Rubio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mars,
Agitation Free,
Mad Mike,
Brand Nubian,
Black Moon,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
The Sound,
Marine Girls,
the Human League,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers,
Harry Pussy,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultimate Spinach,
JFA,
Second Layer,
Parry Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronan,
Minnie Riperton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q65,
The Cure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
In Retrospect,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Accadde A,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang On A Can,
Ultra Naté,
Ossler,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grey Daturas,
Goldenarms,
The Beau Brummels,
Ice-T,
Wire,
Sun Ra,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.