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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Quadrant,
Babytalk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ituana,
The Divine Comedy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gong,
Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Gang of Four,
Dorothy Ashby,
Con Funk Shun,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brass Construction,
Cameo,
Das Ding,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tres Demented,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donny Hathaway,
Index,
Mr. Review,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
Derrick Morgan,
Aaron Thompson,
PIL,
Young Marble Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra,
the Association,
Ronnie Foster,
Thee Headcoats,
The Vogues,
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
The Birthday Party,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nas,
Cheater Slicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
K-Klass,
ABC,
The Misunderstood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
The United States of America,
The Selecter,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smiths,
Second Layer,
Prince Buster,
The Zeros,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.