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 Brazil and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Seeds to the grunge 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Bar-Kays,
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Little Man,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
Dennis Brown,
Lucky Dragons,
Dual Sessions,
Model 500,
The New Christs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ludus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gichy Dan,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultravox,
Easy Going,
Buzzcocks,
UT,
ABBA,
The Angels of Light,
the Germs,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
MC5,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Moon,
The Trojans,
Warsaw,
Swell Maps,
Franke,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L.,
Freddie Wadling,
Smog,
June Days,
The Selecter,
Black Flag,
Arthur Verocai,
The Durutti Column,
Lalann,
The Young Rascals,
John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Darondo,
The Moleskins,
The Zeros,
Bob Dylan,
Eurythmics,
Supertramp,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.