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 Germany and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Supertramp to the grime 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Archie Shepp,
Reagan Youth,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy Collins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minutemen,
Altered Images,
Hardrive,
Drexciya,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Juan Atkins,
Sun City Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
Isaac Hayes,
Kayak,
Scrapy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swans,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Idris Muhammad,
KRS-One,
Jeff Mills,
Quando Quango,
Fela Kuti,
Ultravox,
Television,
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agitation Free,
Shoche,
Barbara Tucker,
John Lydon,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Starr,
Das Ding,
Outsiders,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kenny Larkin,
Niagra,
Mo-Dettes,
Mark Hollis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Durutti Column,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.