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 Zimbabwe and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Hardrive to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crash Course in Science,
Nils Olav,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive,
Guru Guru,
Franke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
EPMD,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
Black Pus,
Terry Callier,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stiv Bators,
The Music Machine,
Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
Eric Dolphy,
JFA,
The Real Kids,
Y Pants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
T.S.O.L.,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
CMW,
Marmalade,
Hashim,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare,
The Pretty Things,
Television Personalities,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
the Slits,
Model 500,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.