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 Belize and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Audionom to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultra Naté,
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alton Ellis,
The Remains,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flipper,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alison Limerick,
The Modern Lovers,
The Residents,
Supertramp,
the Normal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Bananas,
Erykah Badu,
The Zeros,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
Neu!,
The Red Krayola,
Television,
Von Mondo,
Graham Central Station,
Nirvana,
The Vogues,
Can,
Drexciya,
Todd Rundgren,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
David Axelrod,
Godley & Creme,
John Lydon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
Peter and Kerry,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
Altered Images,
Marvin Gaye,
Flash Fearless,
Sixth Finger,
F. McDonald,
Deepchord,
Neil Young,
Rhythm & Sound,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.