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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 cv313 to the funk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rosa Yemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
The Music Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eli Mardock,
Quando Quango,
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes,
Gong,
The Birthday Party,
Rufus Thomas,
Harry Pussy,
Livin' Joy,
Boredoms,
Kaleidoscope,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Essential Logic,
Q and Not U,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Halsall,
Index,
Silicon Teens,
Quantec,
Yaz,
The Stooges,
Spoonie Gee,
The Busters,
ABBA,
Franke,
Lungfish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nils Olav,
Tom Boy,
China Crisis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skaos,
The Litter,
Crooked Eye,
Porter Ricks,
Janne Schatter,
Anthony Braxton,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swell Maps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Accadde A,
Cameo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
These Immortal Souls,
Yazoo,
Audionom,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.