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 Brazil and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Anthony Braxton to the crunk 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moby Grape,
E-Dancer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barrington Levy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Can,
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
Faust,
Ituana,
Erykah Badu,
Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
T.S.O.L.,
Altered Images,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
Dual Sessions,
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Royal Trux,
The Smoke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
The Dirtbombs,
Patti Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Outsiders,
Roxette,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agent Orange,
Los Fastidios,
Rites of Spring,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
F. McDonald,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
Oneida,
Marc Almond,
Amazonics,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Moon,
The Cure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May,
The Golliwogs,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.