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 Iran and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lungfish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Motions,
Simply Red,
Masters at Work,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DNA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
E-Dancer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Icehouse,
Ohio Players,
Jeru the Damaja,
10cc,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scan 7,
Gichy Dan,
The Wake,
the Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Wells,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Dead Boys,
Henry Cow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Josef K,
Kaleidoscope,
Malaria!,
Sällskapet,
The Angels of Light,
Gong,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Five Americans,
June of 44,
Matthew Bourne,
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets,
B.T. Express,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fad Gadget,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tears for Fears,
Radio Birdman,
The Monks,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
Desert Stars,
Goldenarms,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sandy B,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.