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 Liechtenstein and from London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Johnny Clarke to the rap 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mummies,
Todd Terry,
June Days,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yellowson,
Maleditus Sound,
Essential Logic,
LL Cool J,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Cale,
UT,
DJ Style,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Khruangbin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pierre Henry,
Scratch Acid,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Adolescents,
Donald Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Wake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Connie Case,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anakelly,
Das Ding,
Deakin,
The Martian,
E-Dancer,
The Modern Lovers,
A Certain Ratio,
Babytalk,
Livin' Joy,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers,
Supertramp,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gun Club,
Faust,
Bill Wells,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.