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 Kosovo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jimmy McGriff to the punk 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Little Man,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warsaw,
MDC,
John Holt,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Clear Light,
New Age Steppers,
Brass Construction,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare,
Index,
Black Flag,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Rundgren,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Womack,
Barry Ungar,
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
Television,
Pylon,
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach,
The Cure,
Ultimate Spinach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ohio Players,
Saccharine Trust,
Flash Fearless,
The Kinks,
Rufus Thomas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gladiators,
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
Au Pairs,
Mad Mike,
Trumans Water,
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABBA,
Grauzone,
The Shadows of Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Godley & Creme,
Bluetip,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.