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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the dance 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shuggie Otis,
The Young Rascals,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Skatalites,
Franke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Khruangbin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Clear Light,
The Offenders,
The Residents,
Heaven 17,
Deakin,
Delta 5,
Barrington Levy,
Arab on Radar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ken Boothe,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
The Kinks,
Tres Demented,
Darondo,
Radiohead,
Blossom Toes,
Grauzone,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cramps,
Flash Fearless,
Subhumans,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
The American Breed,
Fugazi,
The Grass Roots,
Theoretical Girls,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Boz Scaggs,
Severed Heads,
Silicon Teens,
Jawbox,
The Evens,
Godley & Creme,
Yusef Lateef,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Blake Baxter,
Livin' Joy,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.