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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rap 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Mission of Burma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The J.B.'s,
John Foxx,
AZ,
Easy Going,
Joy Division,
Dead Boys,
Prince Buster,
Absolute Body Control,
Radio Birdman,
Scientists,
Swans,
Robert Görl,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slits,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare,
Wire,
The Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
The Tremeloes,
JFA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fatback Band,
Depeche Mode,
Pantytec,
Soul II Soul,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
Inner City,
Niagra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
Darondo,
Lyres,
Livin' Joy,
Pierre Henry,
Howard Jones,
Symarip,
Cymande,
Andrew Hill,
Warren Ellis,
DNA,
Camberwell Now,
Rufus Thomas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Prunes,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.