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 South Sudan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Stereo Dub,
Jacob Miller,
Godley & Creme,
the Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Al Stewart,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Lynne,
Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
The Moleskins,
Loose Ends,
Derrick Morgan,
kango's stein massive,
The Last Poets,
Public Enemy,
Kurtis Blow,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
Pulsallama,
Arab on Radar,
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
cv313,
Radiohead,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Move,
Pussy Galore,
UT,
Section 25,
In Retrospect,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Suicide,
David Bowie,
Bauhaus,
Lou Christie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
These Immortal Souls,
Royal Trux,
Donald Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Wake,
The Misunderstood,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deadbeat,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.