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 Lesotho and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Heaven 17 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Mad Mike,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boz Scaggs,
Wasted Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Fatback Band,
The Standells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Trojans,
The Stooges,
The Mummies,
Wally Richardson,
Chris & Cosey,
Basic Channel,
Duran Duran,
Tom Boy,
Mo-Dettes,
Flash Fearless,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mark Hollis,
Yaz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Monks,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Mills,
Anthony Braxton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Foxx,
KRS-One,
Tim Buckley,
Fluxion,
Von Mondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Althea and Donna,
Erasure,
Main Source,
Fela Kuti,
Lalann,
June Days,
Sister Nancy,
Eden Ahbez,
Marine Girls,
Bill Wells,
Q and Not U,
Slave,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Teasers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Guru Guru,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Danielle Patucci,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.