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 Mauritania 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ken Boothe to the crunk 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Von Mondo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Offenders,
Graham Central Station,
Ronan,
Aaron Thompson,
Anthony Braxton,
Tres Demented,
48th St. Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese,
Excepter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Max Romeo,
the Normal,
Deepchord,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
Cheater Slicks,
Connie Case,
Icehouse,
Flipper,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alton Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Gabor Szabo,
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
Crime,
Sex Pistols,
Wings,
Q and Not U,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
Urselle,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Style,
Eddi Front,
Country Teasers,
Parry Music,
Pulsallama,
Vainqueur,
The Wake,
Boz Scaggs,
Nik Kershaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
Faraquet,
John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.