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 Antigua 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Robert Palmer 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 Fluxion to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Pere Ubu,
Drexciya,
K-Klass,
The Durutti Column,
John Cale,
Skaos,
Monks,
The Residents,
Thompson Twins,
James White and The Blacks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Intrusion,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Godley & Creme,
The Pretty Things,
Kurtis Blow,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantytec,
Monolake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Royal Trux,
Grey Daturas,
Brick,
Gabor Szabo,
Yusef Lateef,
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker,
The Modern Lovers,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
EPMD,
The Walker Brothers,
a-ha,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scratch Acid,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mad Mike,
Ohio Players,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Massinfluence,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.