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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gap Band to the electroclash 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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cybotron,
Magazine,
D'Angelo,
Davy DMX,
Arcadia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nils Olav,
Sonic Youth,
In Retrospect,
Albert Ayler,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
Japan,
The Gladiators,
Brick,
Quantec,
John Cale,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
Animal Collective,
Morten Harket,
Skaos,
Lower 48,
T. Rex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donny Hathaway,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul II Soul,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Slits,
The Real Kids,
The Leaves,
The Blackbyrds,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
LL Cool J,
The Mojo Men,
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
Loose Ends,
Can,
Jacob Miller,
Black Moon,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry's Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke,
Basic Channel,
The Raincoats,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.