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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
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 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 Don Cherry to the funk 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Beau Brummels,
Eurythmics,
The Victims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Bananas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monolake,
Al Stewart,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jandek,
Eric Dolphy,
Skriet,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
The Offenders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Tears for Fears,
Franke,
Pulsallama,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
X-102,
Boredoms,
Graham Central Station,
Basic Channel,
Joensuu 1685,
Erykah Badu,
Kas Product,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moleskins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fuzztones,
Make Up,
Shoche,
These Immortal Souls,
Yaz,
Amon Düül,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sällskapet,
Agent Orange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Theoretical Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
LL Cool J,
Deadbeat,
The Last Poets,
The Zeros,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Remains,
U.S. Maple,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.