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 South Africa and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 rock 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Order,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
H. Thieme,
The Fuzztones,
Saccharine Trust,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ken Boothe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suicide,
The Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thee Headcoats,
Lindisfarne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultravox,
Procol Harum,
Yaz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Idris Muhammad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Supertramp,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
John Foxx,
Unwound,
Marine Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Schoolly D,
Judy Mowatt,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners,
Deakin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
Intrusion,
Bootsy Collins,
The Barracudas,
Don Cherry,
Liliput,
Massinfluence,
Delta 5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vainqueur,
Whodini,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.