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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sun Ra to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Eve St. Jones,
The Toasters,
Black Sheep,
Basic Channel,
Scientists,
Scratch Acid,
James White and The Blacks,
Subhumans,
Roxy Music,
Youth Brigade,
Qualms,
Oblivians,
Hashim,
PIL,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cymande,
Eden Ahbez,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Names,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Copeland,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
Quando Quango,
Marmalade,
Danielle Patucci,
Morten Harket,
The Wake,
Fear,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pop Group,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
The Residents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visage,
This Heat,
Magazine,
Pierre Henry,
Gang of Four,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacques Brel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mantronix,
Peter and Kerry,
L. Decosne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Spandau Ballet,
Agitation Free,
Brick,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.