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 Singapore and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Jandek to the electroclash 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Moss Icon,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Al Stewart,
The Stooges,
Warsaw,
Grey Daturas,
The Monks,
Eddi Front,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Patti Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
Deakin,
Flipper,
Cecil Taylor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Terry,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smoke,
Marmalade,
In Retrospect,
Sound Behaviour,
Pierre Henry,
Main Source,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stiv Bators,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heaven 17,
The Moody Blues,
Khruangbin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Underground Resistance,
48th St. Collective,
Television Personalities,
Graham Central Station,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultimate Spinach,
cv313,
Minnie Riperton,
The Walker Brothers,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
Guru Guru,
Arcadia,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.