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 Chile and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marmalade to the rap 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spoonie Gee,
Juan Atkins,
Glenn Branca,
The Music Machine,
Hashim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Standells,
Shoche,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Darondo,
Gong,
Absolute Body Control,
Mantronix,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skarface,
H. Thieme,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young,
James White and The Blacks,
The Barracudas,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Hill,
The Happenings,
Eden Ahbez,
The American Breed,
Wolf Eyes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Excepter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marine Girls,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Sneak,
Unrelated Segments,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
JFA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Stooges,
Circle Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Audionom,
Unwound,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
This Heat,
The Searchers,
Pussy Galore,
Harmonia,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
the Sonics,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.