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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 JFA to the dance 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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's Slasher Flicks,
The Offenders,
CMW,
Television,
Ten City,
a-ha,
Lucky Dragons,
JFA,
X-101,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Victims,
Lou Reed,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
The Trojans,
New Order,
The Walker Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Donny Hathaway,
Charles Mingus,
Buzzcocks,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
Rotary Connection,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minnie Riperton,
Graham Central Station,
8 Eyed Spy,
48th St. Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drexciya,
Bobby Womack,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
Main Source,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Metal Thangz,
Wally Richardson,
Popol Vuh,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chrome,
Dual Sessions,
Oneida,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare,
The Divine Comedy,
Lyres,
Aloha Tigers,
Con Funk Shun,
Pussy Galore,
Los Fastidios,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.