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 Azerbaijan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Underground Resistance to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Invisible,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
Mo-Dettes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sugar Minott,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
The Names,
Crooked Eye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dennis Brown,
Maleditus Sound,
Scientists,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cowsills,
Ten City,
Wally Richardson,
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks,
Hashim,
Suburban Knight,
Khruangbin,
Average White Band,
The Associates,
Funkadelic,
B.T. Express,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ken Boothe,
Unwound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flipper,
The Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Sam Rivers,
The Music Machine,
Amazonics,
Minutemen,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Simply Red,
Public Image Ltd.,
The New Christs,
Eden Ahbez,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lower 48,
Little Man,
Crime,
Shuggie Otis,
Severed Heads,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
The Pretty Things,
Gang of Four,
Shoche,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.