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 Eritrea and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 KRS-One to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Talk Talk,
Prince Buster,
Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
The Litter,
Symarip,
U.S. Maple,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Moon,
Wasted Youth,
Interpol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arab on Radar,
The Stooges,
Suburban Knight,
Eurythmics,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alison Limerick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pulsallama,
Fela Kuti,
The Fuzztones,
The Evens,
The Cure,
Essential Logic,
Pantytec,
Maleditus Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Clarke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drexciya,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABC,
The Raincoats,
KRS-One,
Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Rapeman,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Angels of Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hashim,
the Human League,
Skriet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hardrive,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blossom Toes,
The Gap Band,
Tim Buckley,
Sun City Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
The Leaves,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.