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 Somalia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Skriet,
R.M.O.,
The Residents,
Young Marble Giants,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monolake,
The Young Rascals,
Subhumans,
Tubeway Army,
Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
June of 44,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
The Gun Club,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Janne Schatter,
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
PIL,
Pierre Henry,
Nas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Parrish,
Pulsallama,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deakin,
Sight & Sound,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
Procol Harum,
Nico,
Joe Smooth,
China Crisis,
Duran Duran,
Fugazi,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dead Boys,
Cymande,
Fluxion,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.