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 Hungary and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the disco 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Alice Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Eli Mardock,
The Fall,
Trumans Water,
Slave,
Livin' Joy,
The Black Dice,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roger Hodgson,
Infiniti,
Eddi Front,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-102,
Janne Schatter,
Cameo,
Anthony Braxton,
Grauzone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
L. Decosne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Connie Case,
The Cowsills,
Dawn Penn,
The Detroit Cobras,
Model 500,
Pole,
Erasure,
Au Pairs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Barrington Levy,
the Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
MC5,
The Motions,
Soul II Soul,
Das Ding,
The Remains,
Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Siglo XX,
The Seeds,
Public Enemy,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
Cybotron,
Faraquet,
UT,
Tears for Fears,
Marmalade,
Wasted Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Fat Boys,
Camberwell Now,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.