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 Grenada and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 kango's stein massive to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zapp,
Deakin,
Ronnie Foster,
Newcleus,
The Busters,
Outsiders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New York Dolls,
Mars,
Procol Harum,
Groovy Waters,
Vladislav Delay,
Ken Boothe,
Popol Vuh,
Delta 5,
Siglo XX,
John Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Derrick May,
Quando Quango,
Terry Callier,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mr. Review,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Young Rascals,
Ultra Naté,
Chris & Cosey,
Bad Manners,
AZ,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deadbeat,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Rundgren,
Interpol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Remains,
Yaz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
Sällskapet,
The Residents,
Liliput,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
The Fortunes,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.