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 Guinea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Basic Channel to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
The Five Americans,
Deakin,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
The Zeros,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liliput,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerri Chandler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minny Pops,
Vainqueur,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gladiators,
D'Angelo,
Boredoms,
Man Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Shoche,
DJ Style,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Halsall,
Barbara Tucker,
Colin Newman,
Darondo,
The Last Poets,
Inner City,
Accadde A,
Adolescents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dark Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds,
Stetsasonic,
Lower 48,
Wire,
Aaron Thompson,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
The Residents,
Soul II Soul,
Marmalade,
Bad Manners,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.