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 Bolivia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Golliwogs to the techno 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers,
The Happenings,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantaleimon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
Can,
Icehouse,
Mo-Dettes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bad Manners,
Yusef Lateef,
The Standells,
The Last Poets,
Harmonia,
Letta Mbulu,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonic Youth,
Symarip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fortunes,
The Toasters,
Agitation Free,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The J.B.'s,
Outsiders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gichy Dan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Foxx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pulsallama,
The Trojans,
Jandek,
Alton Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skarface,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
L. Decosne,
Technova,
The Dirtbombs,
Danielle Patucci,
Maleditus Sound,
The United States of America,
Buzzcocks,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.