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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Section 25 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
The Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker,
Second Layer,
Pylon,
Anthony Braxton,
Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
the Bar-Kays,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Camouflage,
Robert Görl,
The Raincoats,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fall,
Smog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Talk Talk,
The Gories,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Average White Band,
Grey Daturas,
Babytalk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Happenings,
Gang of Four,
Panda Bear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Connie Case,
Deadbeat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Althea and Donna,
Sarah Menescal,
The Star Department,
Nas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blossom Toes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June of 44,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks,
Bang On A Can,
Supertramp,
Dual Sessions,
Lower 48,
FM Einheit,
The Buckinghams,
The Moleskins,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.