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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Unwound to the rock 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine,
Mars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tim Buckley,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Guru Guru,
Ornette Coleman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
Unwound,
The Techniques,
OOIOO,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cameo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lakeside,
Eric Copeland,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kenny Larkin,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Christie,
Cluster,
Lou Reed,
Warsaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Mills,
Ice-T,
Scan 7,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
The Dirtbombs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cheater Slicks,
Joyce Sims,
Vladislav Delay,
K-Klass,
Piero Umiliani,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Newcleus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Model 500,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Japan,
Amon Düül II,
The Sonics,
Pantytec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.