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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Moebius to the dance 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 arpeggiator and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Peter and Kerry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q65,
John Holt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Groovy Waters,
Quantec,
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
John Cale,
the Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soulsonic Force,
Grauzone,
The Leaves,
The Fall,
Con Funk Shun,
Rosa Yemen,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare,
Slick Rick,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
Cecil Taylor,
The Star Department,
New York Dolls,
EPMD,
Skriet,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moleskins,
Supertramp,
48th St. Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Martian,
E-Dancer,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Enemy,
X-101,
Bootsy Collins,
Magma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick May,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swans,
10cc,
Qualms,
Youth Brigade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
The Fortunes,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.