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 Iran and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
E-Dancer,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Starr,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gap Band,
The Busters,
Robert Hood,
Fluxion,
The Grass Roots,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Yazoo,
K-Klass,
Bronski Beat,
Cal Tjader,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
One Last Wish,
Livin' Joy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Steve Hackett,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
U.S. Maple,
8 Eyed Spy,
CMW,
Fugazi,
John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Last Poets,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Parry Music,
Sixth Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Toni Rubio,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fatback Band,
Outsiders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Harry Pussy,
Mark Hollis,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.