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 Algeria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 X-102 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun City Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer,
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dirtbombs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
R.M.O.,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quadrant,
Royal Trux,
Nas,
MC5,
Amazonics,
The Evens,
JFA,
Vainqueur,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Tremeloes,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oblivians,
Radiohead,
Ultra Naté,
Black Sheep,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Severed Heads,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Sherman,
Arthur Verocai,
the Germs,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABBA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cameo,
Intrusion,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.