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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bluetip to the techno 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel,
Gang of Four,
Kas Product,
The Gories,
Flipper,
Freddie Wadling,
Zapp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Isaac Hayes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Fatback Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skarface,
Anthony Braxton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Animal Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Rod Modell,
The Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Marmalade,
Funkadelic,
Moebius,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cowsills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rekid,
Fear,
AZ,
DJ Sneak,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
Jacques Brel,
Pulsallama,
Das Ding,
Newcleus,
Reuben Wilson,
Groovy Waters,
The Gap Band,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.