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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Procol Harum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boz Scaggs,
In Retrospect,
Crispy Ambulance,
Easy Going,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
Jacob Miller,
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
Aloha Tigers,
Lindisfarne,
Duran Duran,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barry Ungar,
Guru Guru,
Todd Rundgren,
Rufus Thomas,
Scan 7,
Clear Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slackers,
Visage,
LL Cool J,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suicide,
X-101,
Delta 5,
Country Teasers,
Gang of Four,
The American Breed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
Metal Thangz,
Bronski Beat,
Simply Red,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sight & Sound,
The Searchers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drexciya,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythm & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Massinfluence,
DJ Sneak,
The Music Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mantronix,
Rapeman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.