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 Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ohio Players 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
World's Most,
Lindisfarne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Junior Murvin,
Mark Hollis,
Moebius,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
Masters at Work,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
Quadrant,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stereo Dub,
Simply Red,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Lydon,
Crime,
Peter & Gordon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unrelated Segments,
T. Rex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Carl Craig,
Dawn Penn,
Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Newcleus,
Aural Exciters,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
Subhumans,
MDC,
Sällskapet,
The Monks,
Suicide,
The Misunderstood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brick,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.