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 Benin and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sällskapet 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Byrd,
PIL,
London Community Gospel Choir,
B.T. Express,
The Grass Roots,
Mad Mike,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
The Moleskins,
June of 44,
Qualms,
Vainqueur,
Piero Umiliani,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Fraelich,
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
The Leaves,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slackers,
cv313,
Accadde A,
Quadrant,
Peter & Gordon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radio Birdman,
Agitation Free,
Alice Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Tom Boy,
E-Dancer,
Reuben Wilson,
Grauzone,
Hasil Adkins,
Henry Cow,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Rundgren,
Althea and Donna,
Q and Not U,
Fear,
Sight & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wings,
Roxy Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Hill,
Mark Hollis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Teasers,
Los Fastidios,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
Simply Red,
AZ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.