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 Greece and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Albert Ayler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
KRS-One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
Archie Shepp,
Can,
Radiohead,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Sheep,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scrapy,
Accadde A,
Kas Product,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erykah Badu,
Dawn Penn,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Negative Approach,
Sonic Youth,
The Slits,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Janne Schatter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
Joy Division,
Quantec,
Marvin Gaye,
Iggy Pop,
Basic Channel,
The Martian,
Michelle Simonal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Metal Thangz,
Thee Headcoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Althea and Donna,
Supertramp,
Average White Band,
Bill Near,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.