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 Equatorial Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Brothers Johnson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Pere Ubu,
Ohio Players,
Sonic Youth,
10cc,
The Residents,
EPMD,
Icehouse,
Barbara Tucker,
Malaria!,
Delta 5,
Black Moon,
Ponytail,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra,
The Beau Brummels,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Rundgren,
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Standells,
Swans,
Tommy Roe,
The Toasters,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultra Naté,
Joey Negro,
Agitation Free,
Trumans Water,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker,
Jawbox,
The Wake,
Prince Buster,
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson,
Lucky Dragons,
Yaz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hoover,
Scion,
Bad Manners,
Radiopuhelimet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Görl,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler,
Howard Jones,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.