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 Mauritius 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minnie Riperton to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Crime,
Charles Mingus,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Das Ding,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Depeche Mode,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jandek,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cymande,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eddi Front,
Marmalade,
Bootsy Collins,
The Litter,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
Soft Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Teasers,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mojo Men,
the Bar-Kays,
Loose Ends,
Technova,
Blancmange,
Boogie Down Productions,
FM Einheit,
Au Pairs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy,
Scion,
The Victims,
Al Stewart,
Stetsasonic,
Yellowson,
Ludus,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Green,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.