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 Ivory Coast and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Grass Roots 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
Circle Jerks,
The Stooges,
Technova,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Massinfluence,
New Age Steppers,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magazine,
The Leaves,
Metal Thangz,
The American Breed,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slick Rick,
Sugar Minott,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Eve St. Jones,
Faust,
Anakelly,
Pussy Galore,
LL Cool J,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cluster,
Deepchord,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Last Poets,
Blake Baxter,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doors,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
Graham Central Station,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams,
Lalann,
Silicon Teens,
Kas Product,
Pole,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crooked Eye,
Alice Coltrane,
John Holt,
Excepter,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.