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 Georgia 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 UT to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
a-ha,
The Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Black Bananas,
Eden Ahbez,
Sugar Minott,
The Busters,
EPMD,
Stetsasonic,
Flipper,
Brass Construction,
Fatback Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Lower 48,
Sonic Youth,
Neu!,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skriet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pierre Henry,
Joy Division,
Man Parrish,
Section 25,
The Birthday Party,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heaven 17,
Scrapy,
The Associates,
Marmalade,
Vainqueur,
Goldenarms,
Country Teasers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Golliwogs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swell Maps,
The American Breed,
Guru Guru,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantytec,
Au Pairs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fuzztones,
H. Thieme,
Underground Resistance,
The Motions,
Echospace,
ABC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Misunderstood,
F. McDonald,
The Buckinghams,
Accadde A,
The Human League,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.