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 Denmark and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Outsiders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Japan,
Hoover,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
Intrusion,
Television Personalities,
The Vogues,
Aswad,
David Axelrod,
Minor Threat,
Bill Near,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
The Count Five,
Wire,
Marmalade,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Halsall,
Monks,
Drexciya,
Sex Pistols,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Skatalites,
Swell Maps,
the Germs,
Piero Umiliani,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Kool Moe Dee,
Accadde A,
Chrome,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roger Hodgson,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
Avey Tare,
Gong,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pierre Henry,
Morten Harket,
Pole,
Hashim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
F. McDonald,
Joyce Sims,
Reagan Youth,
EPMD,
New Age Steppers,
Nils Olav,
Jandek,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.