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 Germany and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angry Samoans to the jazz 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Albert Ayler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hot Snakes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terry Callier,
John Holt,
Darondo,
Al Stewart,
The Standells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oblivians,
Underground Resistance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Banda Bassotti,
Guru Guru,
Shoche,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Livin' Joy,
Byron Stingily,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
Ponytail,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Flag,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
Tom Boy,
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid,
LL Cool J,
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.