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 Micronesia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Porter Ricks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
Japan,
The Gories,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brick,
Ken Boothe,
Davy DMX,
Wasted Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cluster,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Banda Bassotti,
June of 44,
Parry Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
Mantronix,
The Names,
Panda Bear,
The Doors,
Josef K,
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
The Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul II Soul,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mummies,
Public Enemy,
DJ Sneak,
Pierre Henry,
The Wake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Techniques,
Brand Nubian,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
Gong,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Motions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.