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 Portugal and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 The Invisible to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Jacob Miller,
Michelle Simonal,
K-Klass,
Von Mondo,
The New Christs,
Essential Logic,
Black Bananas,
Byron Stingily,
Bobbi Humphrey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skaos,
Japan,
Tim Buckley,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cramps,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
Hoover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dawn Penn,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
UT,
Cheater Slicks,
The Remains,
The Busters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Patti Smith,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ten City,
Slave,
Man Parrish,
Intrusion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gap Band,
Oblivians,
Kenny Larkin,
Marine Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.