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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oneida to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-102,
Minnie Riperton,
Vainqueur,
Young Marble Giants,
Suicide,
Unrelated Segments,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Model 500,
the Normal,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Dolphy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soulsonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nils Olav,
Yellowson,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Hill,
The Busters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suburban Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Japan,
Silicon Teens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow,
Panda Bear,
Curtis Mayfield,
Make Up,
Robert Görl,
Marine Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camouflage,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hashim,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gladiators,
Zero Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Associates,
New Age Steppers,
B.T. Express,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
Warsaw,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.