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 Marshall Islands and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jacob Miller to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Altered Images,
The Leaves,
Al Stewart,
The Offenders,
Sixth Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Letta Mbulu,
Tom Boy,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bluetip,
Deadbeat,
Brothers Johnson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Janne Schatter,
Pussy Galore,
D'Angelo,
Jandek,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minny Pops,
Lucky Dragons,
Vainqueur,
Nils Olav,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Charles Mingus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Con Funk Shun,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ornette Coleman,
The Happenings,
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
Lightning Bolt,
kango's stein massive,
The Misunderstood,
Grey Daturas,
Talk Talk,
The Gun Club,
Howard Jones,
China Crisis,
The Raincoats,
Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Animal Collective,
Visage,
Don Cherry,
Shuggie Otis,
Urselle,
The Red Krayola,
Joy Division,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.