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 Brunei and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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,
DNA,
Trumans Water,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Patti Smith,
Minor Threat,
Tommy Roe,
ABBA,
Arthur Verocai,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Kaleidoscope,
Agitation Free,
Kool Moe Dee,
Accadde A,
Gichy Dan,
The Smoke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Subhumans,
Eddi Front,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerri Chandler,
Cybotron,
Whodini,
Marmalade,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
Television Personalities,
Skriet,
Saccharine Trust,
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
Infiniti,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ,
Darondo,
Lakeside,
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fuzztones,
Desert Stars,
Fluxion,
Babytalk,
Juan Atkins,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blues Magoos,
Television,
Terry Callier,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heaven 17,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.