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 Tonga and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Groovy Waters to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Red Krayola,
B.T. Express,
Cameo,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
The Stooges,
Bauhaus,
Nirvana,
Albert Ayler,
Pierre Henry,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-Ray Spex,
the Bar-Kays,
Arab on Radar,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Procol Harum,
Wasted Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
Q and Not U,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
The Saints,
Skarface,
48th St. Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Talk Talk,
The Zeros,
Ice-T,
Symarip,
Fatback Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
Grey Daturas,
Tres Demented,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arcadia,
Mandrill,
Alice Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Pussy Galore,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Prince Buster,
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tim Buckley,
Stetsasonic,
Goldenarms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.