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 Moldova and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Moody Blues to the rap 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monolake,
Lyres,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slits,
cv313,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unrelated Segments,
Lower 48,
Ossler,
Pere Ubu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Supertramp,
Thompson Twins,
Flash Fearless,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
MC5,
Boredoms,
B.T. Express,
These Immortal Souls,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lindisfarne,
Massinfluence,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
Accadde A,
DJ Style,
Spoonie Gee,
Joey Negro,
Aswad,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Von Mondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Rosa Yemen,
Dark Day,
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slick Rick,
Gang Green,
Barrington Levy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
The Techniques,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
The Martian,
Neu!,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
Ludus,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.