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 Tunisia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Quadrant,
Alison Limerick,
Wire,
Sixth Finger,
F. McDonald,
Scientists,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joensuu 1685,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon,
Marine Girls,
Bang On A Can,
the Sonics,
Television,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Fat Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slackers,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
Prince Buster,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Simply Red,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
The Neon Judgement,
Skarface,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul II Soul,
Barbara Tucker,
Moebius,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
Scion,
Easy Going,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blues Magoos,
Gong,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monolake,
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
Pagans,
Flipper,
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.