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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oblivians 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 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?
Saccharine Trust,
X-102,
Tres Demented,
Quantec,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
Davy DMX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Animal Collective,
Arcadia,
Monolake,
Eurythmics,
Nirvana,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves,
Black Bananas,
Desert Stars,
Ohio Players,
The Raincoats,
Yaz,
The Saints,
Depeche Mode,
DNA,
Jandek,
Fat Boys,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barrington Levy,
the Germs,
Country Teasers,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Can,
Al Stewart,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Rekid,
The Fortunes,
Brand Nubian,
Pierre Henry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonic Youth,
Main Source,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Byron Stingily,
Model 500,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scion,
Mantronix,
UT,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Kinks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warren Ellis,
Visage,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.