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 Israel and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Suburban Knight to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Bad Manners,
Wally Richardson,
Ornette Coleman,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Index,
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Invisible,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rekid,
The Busters,
Pantaleimon,
Deadbeat,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
Pussy Galore,
Bob Dylan,
the Human League,
Camouflage,
Connie Case,
Pylon,
Alton Ellis,
The Fall,
Maurizio,
Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Boredoms,
Dave Gahan,
Erykah Badu,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Subhumans,
The Five Americans,
a-ha,
Bill Wells,
Sam Rivers,
Leonard Cohen,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Womack,
H. Thieme,
Unwound,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monochrome Set,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The American Breed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tubeway Army,
Radiohead,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quantec,
One Last Wish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.