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 Qatar and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Martian to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Spoonie Gee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Outsiders,
Quantec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Machine,
The Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skaos,
Severed Heads,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Lynne,
Lungfish,
Byron Stingily,
The Cure,
The Martian,
The Slackers,
Porter Ricks,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker,
Y Pants,
The Fortunes,
Black Bananas,
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terry Callier,
Dead Boys,
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
The Leaves,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arcadia,
Dual Sessions,
the Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
Man Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Piero Umiliani,
Traffic Nightmare,
Niagra,
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick May,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Near,
Harry Pussy,
The Victims,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.