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 Malta and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Fluxion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Hill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Style,
Harry Pussy,
Black Moon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joy Division,
the Swans,
Lou Christie,
Hasil Adkins,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
Ice-T,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
OOIOO,
Youth Brigade,
Vainqueur,
Black Pus,
Jacob Miller,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
Bill Wells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Almond,
New York Dolls,
Black Flag,
The Move,
The Barracudas,
Anthony Braxton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alison Limerick,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
Simply Red,
Magma,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blossom Toes,
Althea and Donna,
Joensuu 1685,
Rotary Connection,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.