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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
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 at the first Suicide 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 Lou Reed to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Man Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Tres Demented,
Interpol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
John Lydon,
Soft Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Thee Headcoats,
Sight & Sound,
Yaz,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxy Music,
Pylon,
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
cv313,
Swell Maps,
Malaria!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Bush Tetras,
The Smoke,
the Human League,
Hoover,
Lebanon Hanover,
Khruangbin,
The Black Dice,
The Seeds,
Can,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Clarke,
The Names,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Bourne,
Althea and Donna,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ten City,
Half Japanese,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.