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 Antigua and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Popol Vuh to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
Organ,
Letta Mbulu,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oblivians,
The Real Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxette,
Chrome,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Axelrod,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
Sight & Sound,
Kas Product,
Duran Duran,
New Order,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Green,
Slave,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
FM Einheit,
U.S. Maple,
Ludus,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deakin,
Jawbox,
D'Angelo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABBA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swell Maps,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Nik Kershaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
Visage,
June of 44,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.