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 Philippines and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Babytalk to the rock 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Parry Music,
Fluxion,
Sonic Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Green,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
The Angels of Light,
Soul II Soul,
The Fall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
Suburban Knight,
Boredoms,
Ultra Naté,
Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mojo Men,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Fraelich,
The Residents,
Ossler,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
Popol Vuh,
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Connie Case,
Ultravox,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronan,
Bill Wells,
Siglo XX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faraquet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
The New Christs,
Ituana,
Ohio Players,
D'Angelo,
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
Andrew Hill,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
Intrusion,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.