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 Turkey and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
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 clarinet 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 The Happenings to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
Infiniti,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Clarke,
ABBA,
Delta 5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Al Stewart,
Fluxion,
Eric Copeland,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Talk Talk,
The Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lungfish,
the Soft Cell,
Nico,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shuggie Otis,
Accadde A,
Derrick May,
Dark Day,
the Normal,
Sonic Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Peter & Gordon,
Pagans,
Fatback Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Tres Demented,
John Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Negative Approach,
Neu!,
Animal Collective,
Graham Central Station,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Association,
La Düsseldorf,
F. McDonald,
Minor Threat,
World's Most,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders,
The Associates,
Sarah Menescal,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
Jimmy McGriff,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.