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 Serbia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Franke to the funk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pretty Things,
New York Dolls,
Slick Rick,
The Divine Comedy,
Bad Manners,
L. Decosne,
Inner City,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thee Headcoats,
Masters at Work,
Mars,
Soft Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
Royal Trux,
Lightning Bolt,
Severed Heads,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Black Pus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barry Ungar,
Chris & Cosey,
Cecil Taylor,
The Evens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Slits,
Stetsasonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Neon Judgement,
The Birthday Party,
Absolute Body Control,
Wire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ossler,
Gang Green,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hashim,
Judy Mowatt,
MC5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minnie Riperton,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smoke,
Unwound,
Hoover,
LL Cool J,
Scrapy,
The Victims,
Alton Ellis,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.