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 Somalia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Buckinghams,
Saccharine Trust,
L. Decosne,
Joyce Sims,
Tubeway Army,
Crime,
Sixth Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erykah Badu,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
The Fortunes,
The Mummies,
Magazine,
Sun City Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
The Velvet Underground,
Make Up,
Brand Nubian,
Mandrill,
Bob Dylan,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television,
John Holt,
Inner City,
AZ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arab on Radar,
Davy DMX,
Laurel Aitken,
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Graham Central Station,
La Düsseldorf,
Neu!,
Idris Muhammad,
Minor Threat,
Cameo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unwound,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Max Romeo,
Gang Starr,
The Young Rascals,
Sugar Minott,
Scientists,
Q and Not U,
Todd Rundgren,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.