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 Iceland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Sheep to the grunge 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Ronan,
The Monochrome Set,
Cameo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Hill,
Soulsonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dave Gahan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lower 48,
June Days,
L. Decosne,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pop Group,
Boredoms,
The Detroit Cobras,
In Retrospect,
The New Christs,
Robert Wyatt,
Bluetip,
Matthew Bourne,
The Last Poets,
The Kinks,
Idris Muhammad,
Television Personalities,
Roxette,
Ohio Players,
Grey Daturas,
Con Funk Shun,
Organ,
The Mummies,
Sun City Girls,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rotary Connection,
The Red Krayola,
B.T. Express,
The Gap Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fat Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Fugazi,
Bang On A Can,
Ossler,
Iggy Pop,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Main Source,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
K-Klass,
Aaron Thompson,
Davy DMX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.