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 China and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Techniques to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Television Personalities,
Funkadelic,
Pole,
MDC,
The Skatalites,
Cameo,
Mark Hollis,
Black Sheep,
Marine Girls,
Minor Threat,
Cheater Slicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Surgeon,
Pagans,
Danielle Patucci,
Smog,
The Velvet Underground,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
Camberwell Now,
Heaven 17,
The Raincoats,
Hashim,
The Toasters,
X-102,
Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Al Stewart,
The Black Dice,
Lungfish,
Archie Shepp,
Grauzone,
Sparks,
Pantaleimon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spandau Ballet,
R.M.O.,
June Days,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smoke,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
Dorothy Ashby,
Groovy Waters,
Loose Ends,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Terry,
Robert Hood,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donny Hathaway,
Deakin,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
The Kinks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Motions,
Crooked Eye,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.