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 Norway and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Panda Bear to the dance 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Bobby Womack,
Ronan,
Q65,
Eden Ahbez,
Skarface,
Letta Mbulu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New York Dolls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Skatalites,
Althea and Donna,
The Residents,
Parry Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Eddi Front,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liliput,
The American Breed,
Rakim,
Cybotron,
Sound Behaviour,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Busters,
Thompson Twins,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moss Icon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harry Pussy,
Youth Brigade,
The Standells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barry Ungar,
Black Bananas,
The Toasters,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
Niagra,
Albert Ayler,
Dual Sessions,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Sneak,
Outsiders,
T. Rex,
Aural Exciters,
Glenn Branca,
David Axelrod,
Cymande,
Minutemen,
Skaos,
Susan Cadogan,
Severed Heads,
Quadrant,
Ice-T,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.