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 Egypt and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Albert Ayler to the electroclash 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
Gang Green,
Wolf Eyes,
John Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slackers,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed,
Rakim,
The Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
Todd Terry,
Second Layer,
Popol Vuh,
Y Pants,
Scratch Acid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smiths,
Niagra,
Black Sheep,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scion,
Lucky Dragons,
Marvin Gaye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
Yazoo,
Panda Bear,
Tubeway Army,
Camberwell Now,
Barry Ungar,
Connie Case,
Groovy Waters,
Erykah Badu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
Boz Scaggs,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.