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 Laos and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deadbeat to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liliput,
Television Personalities,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Halsall,
Japan,
Technova,
Black Moon,
Pantytec,
Khruangbin,
The Pretty Things,
The Doors,
Symarip,
The Busters,
The Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Theoretical Girls,
Monolake,
Moss Icon,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Adolescents,
Andrew Hill,
Grauzone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Agitation Free,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonic Youth,
Suicide,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Infiniti,
The Victims,
Icehouse,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra,
Sister Nancy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
X-102,
Albert Ayler,
Brick,
The Motions,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxette,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.