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 Burkina and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aloha Tigers to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scratch Acid,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Misunderstood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Arcadia,
Warsaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kas Product,
Fugazi,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cramps,
Gabor Szabo,
Minor Threat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Pierre Henry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crime,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris & Cosey,
Idris Muhammad,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Saints,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxette,
Absolute Body Control,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fall,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Juan Atkins,
Funkadelic,
Quantec,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
The United States of America,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sandy B,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dark Day,
Al Stewart,
Hot Snakes,
Faraquet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cymande,
Mad Mike,
The Blues Magoos,
The Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sound,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.