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 Mozambique and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joy Division to the grime 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Normal,
OOIOO,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kaleidoscope,
Outsiders,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gories,
The Dead C,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suicide,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New York Dolls,
Ludus,
Unrelated Segments,
Rod Modell,
Scientists,
Porter Ricks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Althea and Donna,
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo,
The New Christs,
Mantronix,
Cluster,
Trumans Water,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
Soul II Soul,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Mills,
Kurtis Blow,
Gichy Dan,
Bob Dylan,
MC5,
Mandrill,
Moss Icon,
Silicon Teens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Make Up,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drexciya,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smoke,
Can,
Erykah Badu,
Tommy Roe,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.