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 Eritrea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kenny Larkin to the rap 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
B.T. Express,
Tim Buckley,
Ponytail,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes,
Freddie Wadling,
Nico,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City,
E-Dancer,
48th St. Collective,
Gang of Four,
10cc,
Tommy Roe,
Model 500,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Colin Newman,
Dave Gahan,
Anakelly,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
F. McDonald,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun City Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
The Remains,
Franke,
Aloha Tigers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fatback Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alton Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Roxette,
New Order,
Visage,
Livin' Joy,
Spandau Ballet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.