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 Swaziland 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 June of 44 to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
cv313,
The Smiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABBA,
Sandy B,
Pylon,
Lucky Dragons,
Model 500,
Accadde A,
the Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy Collins,
K-Klass,
The Trojans,
Radio Birdman,
ABC,
The New Christs,
AZ,
Carl Craig,
Malaria!,
Wasted Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Rod Modell,
Joey Negro,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Bowie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
X-101,
Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Wells,
The Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
L. Decosne,
Bauhaus,
a-ha,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Teasers,
Ultra Naté,
Cal Tjader,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thee Headcoats,
Can,
John Lydon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Hill,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fugs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.