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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Terry Callier to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron 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's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Buckinghams,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grauzone,
Agitation Free,
Peter & Gordon,
AZ,
Scion,
Section 25,
the Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Aloha Tigers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
The Cure,
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton,
Nico,
Erykah Badu,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
FM Einheit,
Motorama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slave,
Angry Samoans,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donny Hathaway,
Terry Callier,
a-ha,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
La Düsseldorf,
Goldenarms,
ABBA,
Marine Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Supertramp,
Janne Schatter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
The Move,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.