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 Haiti and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Carl Craig to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Bill Wells,
PIL,
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Starr,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
The Real Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Adolescents,
June Days,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
Aaron Thompson,
X-Ray Spex,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
Brass Construction,
Country Teasers,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young,
Public Enemy,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Byrd,
Lakeside,
The Associates,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Prince Buster,
The Fuzztones,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
The New Christs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Rapeman,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Black Dice,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pierre Henry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Fraelich,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.