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 Australia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 The Detroit Cobras to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
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,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
Kurtis Blow,
China Crisis,
R.M.O.,
The Black Dice,
Rufus Thomas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
Pere Ubu,
The Durutti Column,
Echospace,
Ice-T,
Alphaville,
Kaleidoscope,
The Tremeloes,
Monks,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Starr,
Crash Course in Science,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Dave Gahan,
Black Bananas,
Robert Wyatt,
Erasure,
Liliput,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
Idris Muhammad,
This Heat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick May,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Residents,
John Foxx,
Freddie Wadling,
Crooked Eye,
The Beau Brummels,
Susan Cadogan,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Althea and Donna,
The Slits,
Organ,
Adolescents,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.