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 Kosovo and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the jazz 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chrome,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Certain Ratio,
David Axelrod,
the Germs,
Youth Brigade,
The Victims,
Glenn Branca,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scion,
Althea and Donna,
Can,
a-ha,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Kinks,
The Associates,
R.M.O.,
Bronski Beat,
Quadrant,
Black Moon,
Deepchord,
Sandy B,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
the Sonics,
Cybotron,
Agent Orange,
Eurythmics,
Black Sheep,
Ice-T,
The Birthday Party,
Cluster,
Ultra Naté,
Sparks,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Motions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rosa Yemen,
Pierre Henry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
JFA,
Gabor Szabo,
Soulsonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marine Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
The Pop Group,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantaleimon,
Pussy Galore,
The United States of America,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.