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 Rwanda and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Todd Terry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nirvana,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smiths,
Spoonie Gee,
E-Dancer,
Black Moon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Misunderstood,
The Dirtbombs,
The Walker Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect,
Mo-Dettes,
Urselle,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Hood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
The Angels of Light,
The Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Jandek,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Dolphy,
Byron Stingily,
the Human League,
Black Flag,
Glenn Branca,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
a-ha,
Severed Heads,
Cybotron,
The Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bluetip,
Sight & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Joensuu 1685,
Franke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lyres,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.