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 Seychelles and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nas 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Urselle,
Gabor Szabo,
Essential Logic,
Sugar Minott,
Main Source,
Silicon Teens,
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
Robert Wyatt,
Liliput,
Peter and Kerry,
Mantronix,
Mo-Dettes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultimate Spinach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
The Index,
Bill Wells,
CMW,
Qualms,
PIL,
The Gories,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
The Angels of Light,
Jacob Miller,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warren Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chrome,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Byrd,
the Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
One Last Wish,
The Invisible,
E-Dancer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marvin Gaye,
Wire,
X-101,
Faraquet,
Ponytail,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.