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 Argentina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deadbeat,
Scion,
Television,
Ludus,
The Golliwogs,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cameo,
Pulsallama,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers,
Ice-T,
Soul II Soul,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Model 500,
Tubeway Army,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heaven 17,
Pharoah Sanders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Foxx,
Au Pairs,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Qualms,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Negative Approach,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hardrive,
Fugazi,
Dual Sessions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
The Five Americans,
World's Most,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fuzztones,
Sandy B,
Motorama,
The Stooges,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Niagra,
Oblivians,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.