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 Libya and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Crash Course in Science to the rock 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
MDC,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
Quando Quango,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronan,
Slick Rick,
Lalann,
Minor Threat,
Soft Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Mission of Burma,
CMW,
the Association,
Oneida,
This Heat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
U.S. Maple,
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare,
Soulsonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Rites of Spring,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
the Germs,
Glenn Branca,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
The Five Americans,
Joy Division,
The Doobie Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Malaria!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
AZ,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Cheater Slicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Stetsasonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pagans,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
The Selecter,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.