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 Maldives and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the punk 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
Index,
FM Einheit,
The Moleskins,
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantytec,
Man Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
The Selecter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barbara Tucker,
Ice-T,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wolf Eyes,
Swans,
Dennis Brown,
E-Dancer,
Intrusion,
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads,
Graham Central Station,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick May,
DNA,
Malaria!,
Blake Baxter,
Easy Going,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Leonard Cohen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Circle Jerks,
The New Christs,
Heaven 17,
The Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mr. Review,
Derrick Morgan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Blancmange,
Crooked Eye,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.