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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
Severed Heads,
One Last Wish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra,
The Detroit Cobras,
T. Rex,
Davy DMX,
Nico,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
The Beau Brummels,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
Anakelly,
Sly & The Family Stone,
48th St. Collective,
Black Sheep,
Joey Negro,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Hashim,
Deakin,
Buzzcocks,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Junior Murvin,
Ten City,
Popol Vuh,
Q65,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
Amazonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Boz Scaggs,
Tommy Roe,
Sparks,
The Saints,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran,
Grey Daturas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Altered Images,
Rapeman,
the Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camouflage,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moleskins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.