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 Mali and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Avey Tare to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Cal Tjader,
The Wake,
X-102,
The Pop Group,
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantaleimon,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gories,
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
The Fuzztones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Zeros,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young,
Black Moon,
Scan 7,
Niagra,
Kayak,
The Velvet Underground,
Chrome,
X-Ray Spex,
Sister Nancy,
This Heat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Davy DMX,
Cymande,
Roger Hodgson,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Wells,
The Modern Lovers,
Angry Samoans,
Black Flag,
New Age Steppers,
The Associates,
Henry Cow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wire,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
Cluster,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bauhaus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tim Buckley,
The Last Poets,
Kool Moe Dee,
Albert Ayler,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
Cecil Taylor,
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
Reagan Youth,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.