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 Canada and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 The Fortunes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Bang On A Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
Crooked Eye,
New Order,
Laurel Aitken,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Holt,
Eddi Front,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Sherman,
Neu!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Black Flag,
Oneida,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
Faust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Victims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Audionom,
Clear Light,
Delta 5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
D'Angelo,
Fugazi,
Zero Boys,
Quando Quango,
The Birthday Party,
Al Stewart,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
H. Thieme,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Christie,
Donny Hathaway,
Unrelated Segments,
Eden Ahbez,
Organ,
Animal Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Grauzone,
The Associates,
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Letta Mbulu,
Wire,
The American Breed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun City Girls,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.