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 Ireland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
kango's stein massive,
Kerri Chandler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zero Boys,
Tom Boy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alison Limerick,
Max Romeo,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Simply Red,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
Liliput,
Thompson Twins,
The Cowsills,
Stereo Dub,
A Certain Ratio,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
Donald Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Hardrive,
Brass Construction,
Hashim,
Saccharine Trust,
L. Decosne,
Fela Kuti,
Easy Going,
Urselle,
Underground Resistance,
Terry Callier,
Thee Headcoats,
The Misunderstood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultra Naté,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
Peter & Gordon,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul Sonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Adolescents,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ohio Players,
Kenny Larkin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiohead,
In Retrospect,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delta 5,
Newcleus,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.