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 Nicaragua and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the funk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues,
Agitation Free,
Boredoms,
Roxy Music,
The Busters,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mission of Burma,
Carl Craig,
Ronan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
Soul II Soul,
Porter Ricks,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jawbox,
Jerry's Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fall,
Shoche,
Whodini,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxette,
New Age Steppers,
The Index,
Panda Bear,
Negative Approach,
Severed Heads,
Nick Fraelich,
Sarah Menescal,
Lungfish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
Man Eating Sloth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
Susan Cadogan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Beau Brummels,
Parry Music,
The Barracudas,
DNA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Raincoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Howard Jones,
Robert Görl,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.