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 Cambodia and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Malaria!,
Man Parrish,
The Smiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drexciya,
Bobby Sherman,
Pierre Henry,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suicide,
John Holt,
Tim Buckley,
Average White Band,
Rotary Connection,
Basic Channel,
The Standells,
Eve St. Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Inner City,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
Skriet,
Hoover,
The Associates,
Procol Harum,
Metal Thangz,
The Modern Lovers,
Blancmange,
Jerry's Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerri Chandler,
Organ,
Silicon Teens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Christie,
The Durutti Column,
Patti Smith,
Altered Images,
Newcleus,
The Barracudas,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.