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 Nicaragua and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fuzztones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Buzzcocks,
The Toasters,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Hill,
Kaleidoscope,
The Shadows of Knight,
The American Breed,
Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donald Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
The Sonics,
Ten City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Finger,
Mandrill,
Cluster,
Half Japanese,
Deadbeat,
Hardrive,
Graham Central Station,
Mad Mike,
Au Pairs,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Moon,
Nico,
Erasure,
B.T. Express,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp,
Thee Headcoats,
New York Dolls,
Sparks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Infiniti,
Amazonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magma,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Motions,
Ken Boothe,
La Düsseldorf,
Heaven 17,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moody Blues,
The Neon Judgement,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Laurel Aitken,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.