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 Italy and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Procol Harum to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Sonic Youth,
Bush Tetras,
JFA,
Fela Kuti,
Sam Rivers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Godley & Creme,
Eden Ahbez,
Danielle Patucci,
48th St. Collective,
Heaven 17,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Scientists,
The Beau Brummels,
Erasure,
The Divine Comedy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agitation Free,
The Dirtbombs,
Urselle,
Darondo,
Siglo XX,
The Mummies,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cheater Slicks,
F. McDonald,
D'Angelo,
Jacques Brel,
Skaos,
Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Carl Craig,
Q and Not U,
Scratch Acid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
Josef K,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
David Bowie,
The Vogues,
Franke,
Y Pants,
The Associates,
Rekid,
Porter Ricks,
U.S. Maple,
Monolake,
Arab on Radar,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.