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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Make Up to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
MC5,
Tom Boy,
Eric Copeland,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Clear Light,
R.M.O.,
The United States of America,
Mantronix,
Los Fastidios,
Sarah Menescal,
Sister Nancy,
Ice-T,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy,
Oblivians,
Aural Exciters,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop,
Eric B and Rakim,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sound,
Warsaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cheater Slicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Can,
The Angels of Light,
Gong,
The Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fat Boys,
The Evens,
Section 25,
Rapeman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Connie Case,
Sound Behaviour,
Ituana,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.