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 Malaysia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
The Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Maurizio,
Fugazi,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Motorama,
Flipper,
Crispy Ambulance,
Adolescents,
Marvin Gaye,
Max Romeo,
Unrelated Segments,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Carl Craig,
Sixth Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cal Tjader,
Tim Buckley,
Morten Harket,
Lower 48,
Duran Duran,
Funkadelic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
MC5,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zapp,
KRS-One,
The Star Department,
Newcleus,
Urselle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Anthony Braxton,
John Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
T. Rex,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
Massinfluence,
Bush Tetras,
CMW,
the Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
Kurtis Blow,
Howard Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Green,
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.