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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mummies to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Rites of Spring,
The Zeros,
Bang On A Can,
Skarface,
Trumans Water,
Massinfluence,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Selecter,
The Blues Magoos,
Roger Hodgson,
Stiv Bators,
Reagan Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Dorothy Ashby,
Al Stewart,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Hill,
MDC,
The Mojo Men,
Hoover,
Vainqueur,
Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shoche,
Simply Red,
Johnny Clarke,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy Collins,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
Sugar Minott,
Sarah Menescal,
K-Klass,
Yaz,
Cameo,
The Martian,
Jeff Lynne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nico,
Aural Exciters,
Pussy Galore,
The Young Rascals,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marvin Gaye,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.