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 Gabon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Gladiators to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra,
In Retrospect,
Easy Going,
Procol Harum,
Interpol,
Eric Copeland,
Aaron Thompson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fall,
Fatback Band,
the Swans,
Clear Light,
Camouflage,
Slick Rick,
Moby Grape,
Bauhaus,
Deadbeat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zero Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Sparks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Rundgren,
Deakin,
Brass Construction,
Au Pairs,
Fear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minor Threat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MC5,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharoah Sanders,
L. Decosne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Danielle Patucci,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quando Quango,
The Dead C,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yellowson,
Pagans,
Stetsasonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.