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 Yemen and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Technova to the rap 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Lower 48,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee,
Patti Smith,
Masters at Work,
Graham Central Station,
The Stooges,
Dual Sessions,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed,
Harry Pussy,
Excepter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ohio Players,
Cybotron,
Sixth Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
Country Teasers,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABC,
Robert Görl,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Danielle Patucci,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
The Fall,
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini,
U.S. Maple,
Marine Girls,
T. Rex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Litter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bush Tetras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aswad,
Cymande,
Fugazi,
Moebius,
David McCallum,
Siglo XX,
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
Zapp,
Cluster,
cv313,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.