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 Iceland and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Cal Tjader to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nils Olav,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
Carl Craig,
JFA,
10cc,
The Litter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
Unwound,
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wings,
Sparks,
Shoche,
Janne Schatter,
Hardrive,
The Dead C,
Subhumans,
D'Angelo,
Deepchord,
Nik Kershaw,
Silicon Teens,
Surgeon,
Angry Samoans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fortunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Icehouse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispy Ambulance,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
Harry Pussy,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
The Toasters,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Hill,
Make Up,
Barrington Levy,
B.T. Express,
Guru Guru,
Bauhaus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anthony Braxton,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Invisible,
Anakelly,
June of 44,
Fatback Band,
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.