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 Peru and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Groovy Waters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mojo Men,
Unwound,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rosa Yemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
48th St. Collective,
Average White Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nirvana,
X-101,
Con Funk Shun,
Bronski Beat,
Von Mondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June of 44,
The Durutti Column,
Aloha Tigers,
Scan 7,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lindisfarne,
Steve Hackett,
K-Klass,
New Order,
Guru Guru,
New York Dolls,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Hill,
the Human League,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Real Kids,
Underground Resistance,
The Names,
the Swans,
Scientists,
Bob Dylan,
Ronnie Foster,
Vainqueur,
James White and The Blacks,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.