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 Malta and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
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 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 Evens to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Colin Newman,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Procol Harum,
Bob Dylan,
Fear,
Cybotron,
Matthew Bourne,
Pagans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Gong,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brand Nubian,
Sun City Girls,
Mantronix,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Finger,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick May,
Sam Rivers,
Soulsonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Bauhaus,
Gabor Szabo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Associates,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
Minutemen,
The Skatalites,
Youth Brigade,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
Kenny Larkin,
the Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fugs,
Al Stewart,
Parry Music,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
Blake Baxter,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skriet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lungfish,
Faust,
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
Tres Demented,
Stetsasonic,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.