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 Slovenia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Susan Cadogan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sparks,
Anthony Braxton,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Techniques,
Nico,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lungfish,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tears for Fears,
Radio Birdman,
Dark Day,
The Standells,
Fluxion,
Cecil Taylor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Malaria!,
Tubeway Army,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
Zero Boys,
Second Layer,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Remains,
Silicon Teens,
The Tremeloes,
The Last Poets,
Minnie Riperton,
Carl Craig,
Nas,
Faust,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
The Skatalites,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ten City,
Negative Approach,
Pere Ubu,
Smog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rekid,
Morten Harket,
Bronski Beat,
Josef K,
Quantec,
The Angels of Light,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.