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 Senegal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Janne Schatter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Loose Ends,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agitation Free,
Absolute Body Control,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tubeway Army,
The Mummies,
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sällskapet,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool Moe Dee,
PIL,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Pussy Galore,
Symarip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Index,
David Axelrod,
Stiv Bators,
Roxette,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris & Cosey,
Thee Headcoats,
Eddi Front,
Alphaville,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skarface,
Wings,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Au Pairs,
Freddie Wadling,
Nirvana,
Unrelated Segments,
Ohio Players,
The Dead C,
In Retrospect,
Colin Newman,
Pantaleimon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABBA,
Sonic Youth,
Funkadelic,
Hoover,
Charles Mingus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Whodini,
Babytalk,
The New Christs,
Kaleidoscope,
Adolescents,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.