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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The Velvet Underground to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deakin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
48th St. Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brass Construction,
Neu!,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Fania All-Stars,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
Brick,
Anthony Braxton,
These Immortal Souls,
Erykah Badu,
Kayak,
Scratch Acid,
Symarip,
Los Fastidios,
Underground Resistance,
K-Klass,
The Moody Blues,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Pus,
The Last Poets,
Graham Central Station,
Joensuu 1685,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camouflage,
Harpers Bizarre,
H. Thieme,
the Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive,
Eve St. Jones,
The Associates,
Rapeman,
Suicide,
Hashim,
Fluxion,
Youth Brigade,
The Standells,
F. McDonald,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delta 5,
Technova,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moby Grape,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The New Christs,
Q and Not U,
Infiniti,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.