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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Flamin' Groovies to the techno 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dead C,
Crooked Eye,
Little Man,
Jacob Miller,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mars,
The Slackers,
Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Easy Going,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
Inner City,
Roxette,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camberwell Now,
Warren Ellis,
Babytalk,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
Magazine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalann,
Panda Bear,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed,
Jandek,
The Stooges,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visage,
cv313,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sam Rivers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Style,
T.S.O.L.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Golliwogs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Albert Ayler,
The Martian,
EPMD,
Second Layer,
Interpol,
Ornette Coleman,
The Happenings,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
Rhythm & Sound,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
Ronnie Foster,
Brand Nubian,
Television,
Kerrie Biddell,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.