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 Niger and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
R.M.O.,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
Al Stewart,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rakim,
Prince Buster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang of Four,
John Coltrane,
Section 25,
Average White Band,
Echospace,
New Order,
Suburban Knight,
JFA,
Porter Ricks,
The Angels of Light,
The United States of America,
The Techniques,
Flash Fearless,
Black Pus,
The Star Department,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Easy Going,
Hardrive,
Talk Talk,
Sun City Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Saints,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Popol Vuh,
Quadrant,
Suicide,
The Walker Brothers,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
Faraquet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
One Last Wish,
X-102,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masters at Work,
Groovy Waters,
Brand Nubian,
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44,
The Pop Group,
Black Sheep,
Q and Not U,
Rapeman,
Country Teasers,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.