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 Slovenia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Kinks to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Black Moon,
Scientists,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Main Source,
Magazine,
Danielle Patucci,
Grauzone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Durutti Column,
Lalann,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lindisfarne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
Gabor Szabo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Judy Mowatt,
Oblivians,
The Shadows of Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Invisible,
Ponytail,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
Alice Coltrane,
Lyres,
John Holt,
The Victims,
Minny Pops,
Joy Division,
Mantronix,
Rekid,
Mr. Review,
Nils Olav,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
The Motions,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
Model 500,
One Last Wish,
Skriet,
10cc,
The Index,
Aswad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Remains,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.