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 Lesotho and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Youth Brigade to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mad Mike,
This Heat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Alton Ellis,
Neu!,
Average White Band,
John Foxx,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Bowie,
Los Fastidios,
The Trojans,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
Niagra,
Morten Harket,
Graham Central Station,
Unrelated Segments,
Severed Heads,
the Normal,
Stiv Bators,
Mars,
Brand Nubian,
Minutemen,
Blossom Toes,
The Leaves,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erasure,
The Five Americans,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Sneak,
The Litter,
ABC,
Cal Tjader,
Fatback Band,
The Angels of Light,
Pylon,
The Stooges,
Drexciya,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pierre Henry,
Josef K,
FM Einheit,
New York Dolls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.