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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 June Days to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Five Americans,
Average White Band,
Rod Modell,
Anthony Braxton,
One Last Wish,
Pylon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
John Foxx,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Rekid,
the Normal,
Bang On A Can,
The Velvet Underground,
Marshall Jefferson,
Talk Talk,
Faust,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalo Schifrin,
R.M.O.,
Pierre Henry,
Bluetip,
Ronan,
cv313,
Can,
Lyres,
Moss Icon,
Joensuu 1685,
In Retrospect,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Stooges,
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
The Black Dice,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall,
Hasil Adkins,
MDC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yaz,
Accadde A,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doors,
Hoover,
Pulsallama,
X-Ray Spex,
Vladislav Delay,
Marvin Gaye,
Porter Ricks,
Quadrant,
Derrick May,
JFA,
KRS-One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stetsasonic,
Jacques Brel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.