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 Guyana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 kango's stein massive to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shuggie Otis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ice-T,
The Happenings,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
Stetsasonic,
Ludus,
The Toasters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sonics,
Joey Negro,
the Human League,
JFA,
Alphaville,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anakelly,
The Gladiators,
Delon & Dalcan,
This Heat,
a-ha,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
Mandrill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David McCallum,
The Human League,
Tubeway Army,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
Cymande,
Buzzcocks,
Blake Baxter,
Moby Grape,
Minny Pops,
Girls At Our Best!,
B.T. Express,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Whodini,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skarface,
Erasure,
Urselle,
The United States of America,
Graham Central Station,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Sherman,
David Axelrod,
MDC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.