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 Liberia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nils Olav to the dance 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
Scan 7,
The Pretty Things,
Toni Rubio,
Letta Mbulu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gichy Dan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABC,
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neu!,
The Young Rascals,
Shuggie Otis,
The American Breed,
KRS-One,
Jandek,
La Düsseldorf,
Slave,
These Immortal Souls,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moss Icon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Reuben Wilson,
In Retrospect,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Matthew Bourne,
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smiths,
Thee Headcoats,
The Techniques,
The Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra,
Y Pants,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lindisfarne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warren Ellis,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.