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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 48th St. Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
Byron Stingily,
John Lydon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rod Modell,
Duran Duran,
The Invisible,
The Busters,
The Young Rascals,
The Beau Brummels,
Harmonia,
Rites of Spring,
The Move,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Moebius,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Yaz,
Crime,
Excepter,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moleskins,
Leonard Cohen,
a-ha,
Donald Byrd,
Von Mondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Mandrill,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Sneak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T. Rex,
Absolute Body Control,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Christie,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doors,
Ludus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Albert Ayler,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Stetsasonic,
The Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
The Saints,
MC5,
Eurythmics,
The Grass Roots,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.