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 Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dawn Penn to the grunge 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Porter Ricks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Human League,
The Martian,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid,
Scrapy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Second Layer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantytec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Make Up,
Faust,
kango's stein massive,
Icehouse,
Skriet,
Trumans Water,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
Aaron Thompson,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonic Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Byrd,
Newcleus,
The Birthday Party,
ABC,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Last Poets,
New Order,
Joey Negro,
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Sheep,
Severed Heads,
Lou Christie,
The Fugs,
Cal Tjader,
The Blues Magoos,
Warsaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mr. Review,
Pulsallama,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.