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 Sierra Leone and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 The Monks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Pierre Henry,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
Sällskapet,
The Velvet Underground,
Slick Rick,
Unrelated Segments,
Hoover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sister Nancy,
Ludus,
Black Pus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Trojans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quando Quango,
Todd Rundgren,
Vainqueur,
Suicide,
The Fugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Sound Behaviour,
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
Technova,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flipper,
Eve St. Jones,
Faust,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Japan,
The Remains,
Barclay James Harvest,
Urselle,
KRS-One,
Soulsonic Force,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
Little Man,
New Order,
The Durutti Column,
Lightning Bolt,
The Move,
Au Pairs,
Morten Harket,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül II,
Jandek,
ABBA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.