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 Marshall Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
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 theremin 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 The Gories to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Can,
Harmonia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lindisfarne,
the Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Hoover,
Kayak,
Dual Sessions,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nils Olav,
Bronski Beat,
Circle Jerks,
OOIOO,
The Residents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Vogues,
The Remains,
Public Enemy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Clarke,
Lungfish,
Marine Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
EPMD,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABBA,
June Days,
Essential Logic,
The Monochrome Set,
Swell Maps,
Todd Terry,
Deadbeat,
Interpol,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mars,
Monolake,
Blossom Toes,
B.T. Express,
Skarface,
Chris Corsano,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
Television,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker,
This Heat,
Eric Copeland,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.