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 Italy and from Calgary.
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 Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Cybotron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
the Germs,
Agent Orange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Make Up,
Television,
Loose Ends,
Peter & Gordon,
Khruangbin,
Rufus Thomas,
Blake Baxter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Wells,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mo-Dettes,
Max Romeo,
Sonic Youth,
T. Rex,
The Tremeloes,
Kaleidoscope,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monks,
Scott Walker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mars,
Second Layer,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Darondo,
D'Angelo,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
Chrome,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Animal Collective,
Moebius,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
The Monochrome Set,
The Real Kids,
Dave Gahan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Schoolly D,
Japan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Wake,
The Divine Comedy,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.