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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fugs to the funk 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monks,
Animal Collective,
Swell Maps,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
Lalann,
Ultra Naté,
Fela Kuti,
Nils Olav,
Barry Ungar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Starr,
The Invisible,
The Pretty Things,
Danielle Patucci,
the Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monochrome Set,
Slick Rick,
The Remains,
Hardrive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Marvin Gaye,
Althea and Donna,
Absolute Body Control,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Axelrod,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oblivians,
The Five Americans,
the Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Lakeside,
Moebius,
Archie Shepp,
Bad Manners,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
Peter and Kerry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dead C,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Patti Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
Stereo Dub,
Alice Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Trumans Water,
Brand Nubian,
The Skatalites,
Pere Ubu,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.