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 Gabon and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agitation Free to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Tres Demented,
Hoover,
Yellowson,
PIL,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Rundgren,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mark Hollis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Pole,
Ohio Players,
Rites of Spring,
Grauzone,
Pulsallama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
EPMD,
The Victims,
Man Parrish,
Roxette,
X-Ray Spex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
Ten City,
World's Most,
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Average White Band,
Silicon Teens,
Wasted Youth,
Eurythmics,
Slick Rick,
The New Christs,
Marc Almond,
Black Pus,
Second Layer,
The Star Department,
Tom Boy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Howard Jones,
Essential Logic,
The Slackers,
Peter & Gordon,
Shuggie Otis,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mandrill,
Mad Mike,
Blossom Toes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
Todd Terry,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlback,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.