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 Malta and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pierre Henry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 snare and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Alphaville,
Simply Red,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fugs,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James White and The Blacks,
Sugar Minott,
X-Ray Spex,
Agitation Free,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ice-T,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Niagra,
Jacob Miller,
Wire,
Barrington Levy,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Fraelich,
The Searchers,
Tres Demented,
The Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gap Band,
Country Teasers,
Moss Icon,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
Funky Four + One,
Bang On A Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doors,
Sun Ra,
Cecil Taylor,
Das Ding,
Sound Behaviour,
Cymande,
the Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Whodini,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke,
Rosa Yemen,
Sam Rivers,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.