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 Barbados and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 The Victims to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Human League,
Lakeside,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deakin,
The Beau Brummels,
48th St. Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Near,
Brothers Johnson,
Moebius,
Ornette Coleman,
Dennis Brown,
Talk Talk,
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7,
The Searchers,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
Prince Buster,
The Doors,
Essential Logic,
Donny Hathaway,
Kenny Larkin,
The United States of America,
Cameo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
Quantec,
Yazoo,
Colin Newman,
KRS-One,
MDC,
Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
Model 500,
The Star Department,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funkadelic,
The Remains,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mummies,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gun Club,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oblivians,
Peter and Kerry,
Fugazi,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stiv Bators,
a-ha,
The Litter,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.