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 Benin and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the techno 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas,
Liliput,
Camberwell Now,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David McCallum,
The Stooges,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Bar-Kays,
The Count Five,
The New Christs,
Wolf Eyes,
Pylon,
David Axelrod,
Circle Jerks,
Faraquet,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Lynne,
John Lydon,
Lower 48,
Ituana,
Harry Pussy,
K-Klass,
John Cale,
The Move,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Toni Rubio,
The Mummies,
Delta 5,
The Busters,
Sun City Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Joey Negro,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barbara Tucker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hasil Adkins,
Moby Grape,
The Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Enemy,
Lucky Dragons,
a-ha,
Lyres,
The Beau Brummels,
Joy Division,
The Golliwogs,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.