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 Cuba and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick May,
Toni Rubio,
Sparks,
Zapp,
Connie Case,
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vainqueur,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lakeside,
Ultravox,
Robert Wyatt,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Malaria!,
K-Klass,
The Music Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siglo XX,
Little Man,
The Red Krayola,
Barry Ungar,
Junior Murvin,
This Heat,
The Fugs,
The Moody Blues,
Mantronix,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers,
Stereo Dub,
New York Dolls,
The Sonics,
The Barracudas,
The Remains,
Bauhaus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ossler,
The Sound,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
Barrington Levy,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Style,
Michelle Simonal,
Thee Headcoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moss Icon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Angels of Light,
Quantec,
Minutemen,
Von Mondo,
Godley & Creme,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.