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 Andorra and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Eddi Front to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
MDC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Motions,
Minnie Riperton,
OOIOO,
Television Personalities,
Depeche Mode,
John Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Symarip,
UT,
Magma,
Pierre Henry,
Bush Tetras,
Lower 48,
Motorama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television,
Smog,
Pulsallama,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick Morgan,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry's Kids,
Parry Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Schoolly D,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alice Coltrane,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
Duran Duran,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Saints,
The Happenings,
Jandek,
Pantaleimon,
R.M.O.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barry Ungar,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
The Cramps,
Arthur Verocai,
Von Mondo,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Wells,
Spoonie Gee,
The Raincoats,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
Glenn Branca,
PIL,
Camouflage,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.