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 Tuvalu and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 48th St. Collective to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Excepter,
The Blues Magoos,
Dual Sessions,
The Five Americans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sandy B,
Liliput,
Gong,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MDC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
Quadrant,
AZ,
A Certain Ratio,
Reagan Youth,
Cybotron,
Roxette,
Leonard Cohen,
cv313,
Aural Exciters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lakeside,
Darondo,
Icehouse,
Adolescents,
The Young Rascals,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Halsall,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Starr,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Scratch Acid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boredoms,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smoke,
Shoche,
The Cramps,
The Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Patti Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Lyres,
Second Layer,
The Gun Club,
Wings,
John Foxx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.