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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Susan Cadogan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bad Manners,
The Gories,
Kenny Larkin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donald Byrd,
Arcadia,
Toni Rubio,
Archie Shepp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
the Germs,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül II,
Roxy Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Circle Jerks,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
Grey Daturas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie,
Cymande,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Black Bananas,
Piero Umiliani,
Buzzcocks,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Depeche Mode,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Sherman,
Aural Exciters,
Rekid,
The Offenders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultra Naté,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Darondo,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
ABC,
Lou Reed,
Au Pairs,
Television,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bush Tetras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funky Four + One,
Deadbeat,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.