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 San Marino and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Accadde A to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Agitation Free,
Gabor Szabo,
The Remains,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
Lightning Bolt,
Reagan Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Kenny Larkin,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grauzone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
Scientists,
Todd Rundgren,
Yazoo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
PIL,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bluetip,
Alice Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Görl,
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scion,
Brick,
Jandek,
The Martian,
The Moleskins,
Nico,
U.S. Maple,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Hill,
Altered Images,
LL Cool J,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonic Youth,
ABBA,
Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Glenn Branca,
Ornette Coleman,
Barbara Tucker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fuzztones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sparks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dirtbombs,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.