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 Korea North and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Judy Mowatt to the dance 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
The Trojans,
Sun City Girls,
Wire,
Soft Machine,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
Kayak,
One Last Wish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
The Wake,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mandrill,
Black Sheep,
Sarah Menescal,
Model 500,
R.M.O.,
Graham Central Station,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cameo,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
The Mummies,
Surgeon,
Reuben Wilson,
Bauhaus,
Pylon,
Bluetip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Rundgren,
Neu!,
Half Japanese,
Japan,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
Bobby Womack,
John Cale,
World's Most,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Techniques,
Fela Kuti,
The Slackers,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers,
June of 44,
The Associates,
Chris Corsano,
Arcadia,
These Immortal Souls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.