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 Nauru and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lucky Dragons to the dance 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
Sam Rivers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mission of Burma,
Underground Resistance,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reagan Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drexciya,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang On A Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Parry Music,
Hot Snakes,
Dark Day,
K-Klass,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erasure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wings,
The Smiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fugs,
Hoover,
Cymande,
T.S.O.L.,
Skaos,
LL Cool J,
The Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Animal Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Interpol,
Sällskapet,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pulsallama,
Radiohead,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.