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 Andorra and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Roy Ayers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Alphaville,
The Names,
Anakelly,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
Q65,
Mr. Review,
Soft Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Starr,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
The Five Americans,
the Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Altered Images,
Essential Logic,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reuben Wilson,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joy Division,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
Gong,
Sister Nancy,
Alison Limerick,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
The Invisible,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monolake,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
Dead Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
The Angels of Light,
Sex Pistols,
Zapp,
Rod Modell,
Malaria!,
Davy DMX,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Clarke,
Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
Toni Rubio,
Franke,
The Grass Roots,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.