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 Burkina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grunge 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Massinfluence,
Wally Richardson,
Liliput,
Camberwell Now,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shoche,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Agent Orange,
Tommy Roe,
John Coltrane,
Television,
Buzzcocks,
This Heat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
The Mojo Men,
Ice-T,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Cale,
Faust,
The United States of America,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Main Source,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Halsall,
Deadbeat,
Don Cherry,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Buckinghams,
Sixth Finger,
Mr. Review,
UT,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacob Miller,
Juan Atkins,
Minnie Riperton,
The Modern Lovers,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kaleidoscope,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Das Ding,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stetsasonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.