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 Paraguay and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Dead C to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Vogues,
MC5,
Toni Rubio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Negative Approach,
Robert Wyatt,
Technova,
Dark Day,
Kas Product,
Inner City,
Jeff Mills,
Minnie Riperton,
The Associates,
Quantec,
Pylon,
Whodini,
Fluxion,
Lyres,
the Normal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chrome,
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader,
Don Cherry,
Oblivians,
Easy Going,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
The Evens,
Vainqueur,
Second Layer,
CMW,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Count Five,
Albert Ayler,
Clear Light,
Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young,
Skriet,
Yellowson,
Schoolly D,
Iggy Pop,
Television Personalities,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q65,
Alton Ellis,
Make Up,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tubeway Army,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skarface,
Bronski Beat,
Suburban Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.