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 Togo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Green to the crunk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Rekid,
Television Personalities,
Bob Dylan,
Hoover,
Roxette,
Lalo Schifrin,
The New Christs,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Newcleus,
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gerry Rafferty,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deadbeat,
Mr. Review,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
Flipper,
the Bar-Kays,
The Misunderstood,
Metal Thangz,
Pole,
Cymande,
Amon Düül,
Wolf Eyes,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
Nas,
The Doors,
Groovy Waters,
Ituana,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter & Gordon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wire,
Dave Gahan,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Connie Case,
Ash Ra Tempel,
EPMD,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Technova,
Rufus Thomas,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra,
Inner City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.