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 Colombia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 EPMD to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Basic Channel,
Scion,
the Germs,
The Victims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Alphaville,
Lucky Dragons,
Television,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Zeros,
The Names,
X-Ray Spex,
The United States of America,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jawbox,
Bluetip,
Matthew Bourne,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Rekid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suicide,
Marcia Griffiths,
Don Cherry,
The Litter,
Eden Ahbez,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soulsonic Force,
John Foxx,
Niagra,
Grauzone,
Buzzcocks,
Cameo,
Avey Tare,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed,
The Evens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arab on Radar,
Infiniti,
Joe Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oblivians,
Babytalk,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.