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 Uzbekistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Hood to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Minny Pops,
Audionom,
Boz Scaggs,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Graham Central Station,
The Cowsills,
Motorama,
Icehouse,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Animal Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Bananas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Peter and Kerry,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
June of 44,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MC5,
Charles Mingus,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Fraelich,
Eddi Front,
Symarip,
Model 500,
Newcleus,
Whodini,
Lalo Schifrin,
Junior Murvin,
Scratch Acid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Mandrill,
Blossom Toes,
Donald Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Pylon,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.