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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun Ra to the disco 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Thompson Twins,
Bang On A Can,
Yazoo,
Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hashim,
The Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magazine,
Marine Girls,
Morten Harket,
Liliput,
Agitation Free,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bluetip,
Jacob Miller,
B.T. Express,
T. Rex,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
Anakelly,
Lungfish,
Panda Bear,
Archie Shepp,
Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mandrill,
The Invisible,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MDC,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
James White and The Blacks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronan,
Pole,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Minutemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Whodini,
Janne Schatter,
ABBA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
The Selecter,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.