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 Solomon Islands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic 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 Faust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Black Dice,
Roxy Music,
Warsaw,
Average White Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
OOIOO,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vladislav Delay,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ituana,
Television,
Animal Collective,
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
Nirvana,
Camberwell Now,
Dawn Penn,
Supertramp,
B.T. Express,
Moby Grape,
Aaron Thompson,
Mr. Review,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smoke,
Amazonics,
The Invisible,
10cc,
ABBA,
DNA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Howard Jones,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
Q and Not U,
Deadbeat,
E-Dancer,
The Kinks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Birthday Party,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Godley & Creme,
The Remains,
Ken Boothe,
Alison Limerick,
Peter and Kerry,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
The Saints,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Age Steppers,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.