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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Fluxion to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Piero Umiliani,
The Birthday Party,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deepchord,
Rosa Yemen,
Talk Talk,
The Slackers,
Delta 5,
a-ha,
The Blackbyrds,
Suicide,
Lungfish,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
the Association,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cowsills,
Sällskapet,
the Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Howard Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Vogues,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak,
DNA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
ABBA,
Excepter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
Gang Starr,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gladiators,
Robert Hood,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Bar-Kays,
Carl Craig,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.