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 Swaziland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vogues to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Susan Cadogan,
Camberwell Now,
Nik Kershaw,
Warsaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Groovy Waters,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
The Kinks,
Wasted Youth,
D'Angelo,
John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Section 25,
The Smiths,
Maleditus Sound,
The Busters,
Intrusion,
Chrome,
The Alarm Clocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker,
The Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kas Product,
Minny Pops,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
KRS-One,
Altered Images,
Slave,
The Fire Engines,
The Names,
Derrick May,
X-Ray Spex,
Boz Scaggs,
MC5,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers,
Rod Modell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Barracudas,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.