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 Liberia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Big Daddy Kane to the dance 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Altered Images,
The Offenders,
The United States of America,
MDC,
Q and Not U,
The Saints,
Reagan Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Erasure,
Brick,
Tom Boy,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonny Sharrock,
Schoolly D,
Ponytail,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
Pantaleimon,
Idris Muhammad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Delta 5,
Agitation Free,
The Busters,
Magazine,
Boz Scaggs,
Stockholm Monsters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oneida,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
Guru Guru,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Theoretical Girls,
E-Dancer,
Sarah Menescal,
Marine Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quadrant,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Inner City,
The Walker Brothers,
Technova,
Cameo,
Cluster,
The Gladiators,
Brand Nubian,
The Dirtbombs,
The Standells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pagans,
Colin Newman,
Infiniti,
La Düsseldorf,
Camouflage,
Dead Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.