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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Ornette Coleman to the grime 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC 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?
Ten City,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
Maurizio,
Shoche,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
Interpol,
Pagans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soulsonic Force,
Neu!,
Infiniti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha,
The Birthday Party,
Dead Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
Isaac Hayes,
Pole,
MC5,
The Walker Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
Surgeon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crash Course in Science,
Bad Manners,
Q65,
Saccharine Trust,
Loose Ends,
Lindisfarne,
Junior Murvin,
Arab on Radar,
Lower 48,
The Durutti Column,
Black Sheep,
Graham Central Station,
Oneida,
The Neon Judgement,
Sound Behaviour,
Brothers Johnson,
Terry Callier,
48th St. Collective,
Siglo XX,
David Bowie,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Lynne,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.