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 Jordan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Cecil Taylor to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Clarke,
The Black Dice,
Tres Demented,
The Slackers,
Pere Ubu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DNA,
Desert Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Barry Ungar,
Shuggie Otis,
Camouflage,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacob Miller,
Eurythmics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxy Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Los Fastidios,
Rites of Spring,
Piero Umiliani,
Fugazi,
Smog,
Infiniti,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army,
Peter and Kerry,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minutemen,
The Real Kids,
Brass Construction,
The Offenders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
Scratch Acid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sällskapet,
New Age Steppers,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
The Happenings,
Terry Callier,
Terrestrial Tones,
Metal Thangz,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers,
Bluetip,
Radiohead,
Gang Gang Dance,
Patti Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yazoo,
Dual Sessions,
Clear Light,
D'Angelo,
Alphaville,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.