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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Infiniti to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Bowie,
Quando Quango,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy Collins,
PIL,
ABBA,
Flash Fearless,
Patti Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Ken Boothe,
Eli Mardock,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slackers,
Panda Bear,
Neu!,
Ultra Naté,
Circle Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Alton Ellis,
Crime,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Clear Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Association,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Order,
Delta 5,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
Sugar Minott,
The Star Department,
Deadbeat,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cluster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Malaria!,
Darondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Depeche Mode,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
The American Breed,
Supertramp,
Tubeway Army,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Almond,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.