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 Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Pere Ubu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Sun City Girls,
Subhumans,
Wire,
The Skatalites,
Scan 7,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alice Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Easy Going,
Hardrive,
cv313,
Rites of Spring,
Schoolly D,
L. Decosne,
Duran Duran,
Shoche,
Tommy Roe,
Vainqueur,
Joe Smooth,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
Echospace,
Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Evens,
Avey Tare,
Lou Christie,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Bananas,
Goldenarms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Charles Mingus,
Hasil Adkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bluetip,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anakelly,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultra Naté,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gun Club,
Yazoo,
Barry Ungar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Babytalk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Archie Shepp,
Ohio Players,
Dennis Brown,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.