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 Ukraine and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Dark Day to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Malaria!,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Residents,
The Busters,
The Doors,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visage,
The Invisible,
Kerri Chandler,
The Saints,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
Cal Tjader,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eve St. Jones,
Ohio Players,
These Immortal Souls,
Aural Exciters,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
Ultimate Spinach,
Technova,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cymande,
Metal Thangz,
Cameo,
Royal Trux,
Moebius,
One Last Wish,
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
X-101,
Skaos,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
Dennis Brown,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Green,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.