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 Malawi and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
A Certain Ratio,
The Wake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eli Mardock,
Gang of Four,
Q and Not U,
Sister Nancy,
Jandek,
Von Mondo,
Joy Division,
Robert Hood,
Jacob Miller,
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Animal Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Urselle,
Davy DMX,
The Selecter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lower 48,
Cameo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
Eddi Front,
Monks,
The Saints,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
Bobby Hutcherson,
E-Dancer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
Popol Vuh,
Excepter,
The Searchers,
The Raincoats,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fugs,
Scratch Acid,
Pantytec,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Sheep,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.