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 Qatar and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ten City,
Section 25,
Marc Almond,
The Real Kids,
B.T. Express,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Anthony Braxton,
Eddi Front,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alphaville,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Fania All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Knickerbockers,
Infiniti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Excepter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Popol Vuh,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joensuu 1685,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalann,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
The New Christs,
Black Sheep,
Ludus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The American Breed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Frankie Knuckles,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donny Hathaway,
Mark Hollis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Main Source,
Dark Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monks,
Television Personalities,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Max Romeo,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.