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 Antigua and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
New York Dolls,
Thompson Twins,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
Skriet,
Matthew Halsall,
Niagra,
Aloha Tigers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Junior Murvin,
Nas,
The Golliwogs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Livin' Joy,
One Last Wish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arab on Radar,
Jandek,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Fraelich,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stetsasonic,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
Flipper,
Radiohead,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mojo Men,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
Q65,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gun Club,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Lynne,
MDC,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
Donald Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sixth Finger,
the Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.