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 Chad and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lower 48 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül II,
New Age Steppers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kevin Saunderson,
Colin Newman,
Y Pants,
Joe Finger,
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Grauzone,
DJ Sneak,
Drexciya,
The Velvet Underground,
The Neon Judgement,
The Happenings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crime,
The Music Machine,
Circle Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Severed Heads,
The Monks,
Ronan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rapeman,
Khruangbin,
Radio Birdman,
DNA,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker,
The United States of America,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
Lungfish,
In Retrospect,
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erasure,
The American Breed,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tim Buckley,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
The Names,
The Evens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric B and Rakim,
Index,
Boredoms,
The Doors,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.