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 Belgium and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Juan Atkins to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
New Order,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Womack,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Harmonia,
Section 25,
Marshall Jefferson,
Negative Approach,
Sonic Youth,
Ultravox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Lydon,
Ludus,
The Happenings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
Bob Dylan,
Sun City Girls,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
Sex Pistols,
The Invisible,
The Toasters,
Lakeside,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick Morgan,
Bush Tetras,
Steve Hackett,
Q65,
Eurythmics,
Wasted Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Black Dice,
F. McDonald,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
The Zeros,
Pantaleimon,
The Saints,
Outsiders,
Fear,
Archie Shepp,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mojo Men,
Kerrie Biddell,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Bowie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.