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 South Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Minutemen,
Rod Modell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Metal Thangz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cramps,
The Move,
The Cowsills,
Alice Coltrane,
JFA,
Deadbeat,
Q and Not U,
Sällskapet,
Surgeon,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Alphaville,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
Visage,
CMW,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
Rotary Connection,
Judy Mowatt,
Audionom,
The Victims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter & Gordon,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül II,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Martian,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Certain Ratio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
Mo-Dettes,
Piero Umiliani,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sonics,
Easy Going,
Heaven 17,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mojo Men,
Pussy Galore,
H. Thieme,
Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.