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 Comoros and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Albert Ayler to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Joe Finger,
Make Up,
John Foxx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drexciya,
Black Sheep,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
Grey Daturas,
Tres Demented,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
FM Einheit,
Wolf Eyes,
Malaria!,
Crooked Eye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Mark Hollis,
Surgeon,
Zapp,
the Association,
Mission of Burma,
K-Klass,
Albert Ayler,
The Red Krayola,
One Last Wish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Vogues,
Underground Resistance,
Pagans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Görl,
a-ha,
Crime,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Rekid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Masters at Work,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
H. Thieme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Cale,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.