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 Namibia and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zapp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Symarip,
Tommy Roe,
This Heat,
Minutemen,
Audionom,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Cameo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Copeland,
The Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
Nas,
Silicon Teens,
Spandau Ballet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ituana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
U.S. Maple,
The Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Suburban Knight,
Franke,
Procol Harum,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
Michelle Simonal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
Nirvana,
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MDC,
the Normal,
Siglo XX,
Deakin,
Roxy Music,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.