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 Japan and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Bobby Sherman 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Bobby Womack,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Procol Harum,
DJ Style,
The United States of America,
Jacques Brel,
Peter and Kerry,
Los Fastidios,
Peter & Gordon,
Camouflage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
Bad Manners,
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn,
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Invisible,
New York Dolls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moby Grape,
Carl Craig,
The Tremeloes,
Masters at Work,
Qualms,
Fear,
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moleskins,
Au Pairs,
Pere Ubu,
New Order,
Alice Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Popol Vuh,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
The Dead C,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flipper,
Ten City,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Television,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.