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 Iran and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Monochrome Set to the punk 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Durutti Column,
Hoover,
The Pretty Things,
ABBA,
Public Enemy,
Kaleidoscope,
Cymande,
Carl Craig,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Misunderstood,
Adolescents,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra,
Buzzcocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skarface,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sandy B,
CMW,
Byron Stingily,
Newcleus,
The Fall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
Andrew Hill,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cecil Taylor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Swans,
The Five Americans,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Wells,
T.S.O.L.,
The Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Panda Bear,
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Invisible,
Grey Daturas,
Flash Fearless,
Unrelated Segments,
Lakeside,
Joy Division,
Ronan,
Anthony Braxton,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
Royal Trux,
The Buckinghams,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.