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 Sweden and from Beijing.
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 Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Monks to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Colin Newman,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
Liliput,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brothers Johnson,
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
Roxette,
Bob Dylan,
The Knickerbockers,
Pere Ubu,
Khruangbin,
Rufus Thomas,
Masters at Work,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
Alton Ellis,
Radiohead,
Brick,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Walker Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Anakelly,
Girls At Our Best!,
Make Up,
DJ Style,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sarah Menescal,
Amazonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Das Ding,
the Normal,
Derrick May,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hot Snakes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magma,
Hardrive,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
Mars,
Scott Walker,
The Mummies,
Neu!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deepchord,
Grey Daturas,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.