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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Magma to the rock 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Reuben Wilson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bob Dylan,
Donald Byrd,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
Kayak,
Freddie Wadling,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
The Birthday Party,
Lucky Dragons,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick,
CMW,
Al Stewart,
The Star Department,
The Techniques,
Easy Going,
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Stetsasonic,
Sight & Sound,
Wings,
Henry Cow,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MC5,
Minutemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Tubeway Army,
Barbara Tucker,
Drexciya,
Morten Harket,
Lyres,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Excepter,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Eden Ahbez,
Steve Hackett,
Joey Negro,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aaron Thompson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neu!,
The Black Dice,
The Trojans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arcadia,
The Names,
Amazonics,
Tim Buckley,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.