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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Mad Mike to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
Yusef Lateef,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Misunderstood,
Nico,
Moss Icon,
Q and Not U,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Germs,
Warren Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Stooges,
Black Moon,
E-Dancer,
Black Pus,
Absolute Body Control,
Niagra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grey Daturas,
X-101,
The Residents,
Mandrill,
Drexciya,
The Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stereo Dub,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fugazi,
Toni Rubio,
Minutemen,
The Mojo Men,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül,
Severed Heads,
The Evens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler,
Simply Red,
Essential Logic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Axelrod,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Names,
Au Pairs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.