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 Denmark and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Rites of Spring to the electroclash 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Massinfluence,
Dorothy Ashby,
DNA,
Al Stewart,
Jawbox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zero Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Tropical Tobacco,
Graham Central Station,
Tubeway Army,
Aloha Tigers,
Audionom,
Donny Hathaway,
Icehouse,
Brass Construction,
This Heat,
Grey Daturas,
The Birthday Party,
Arab on Radar,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nas,
Lindisfarne,
LL Cool J,
Hardrive,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Divine Comedy,
The Remains,
The Fuzztones,
Erasure,
The Names,
The Wake,
Unwound,
Section 25,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Green,
Charles Mingus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Clear Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Gong,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MC5,
Juan Atkins,
Porter Ricks,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers,
10cc,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.