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 Niger and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agitation Free,
Goldenarms,
Schoolly D,
John Foxx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
Whodini,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Darondo,
Easy Going,
Second Layer,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
Joe Finger,
Brass Construction,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
The Selecter,
Interpol,
Yellowson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Christie,
Albert Ayler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zapp,
June Days,
a-ha,
Reagan Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tim Buckley,
The Wake,
Camberwell Now,
Eurythmics,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Dorothy Ashby,
FM Einheit,
The Dead C,
Erasure,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
Lungfish,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
The Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deakin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bauhaus,
The Walker Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Fela Kuti,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.