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 Papua New Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 EPMD to the rap 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Slick Rick,
The Beau Brummels,
Oblivians,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare,
Los Fastidios,
The Searchers,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
The Stooges,
Newcleus,
Interpol,
The Cramps,
Jawbox,
Rod Modell,
The American Breed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
Moby Grape,
Bizarre Inc.,
Make Up,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sight & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monks,
The Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Yellowson,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Blossom Toes,
Unrelated Segments,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Talk Talk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
One Last Wish,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
Agitation Free,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.