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 Chile 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
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 oboe 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 Red Krayola 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nils Olav,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quantec,
The Sound,
Alton Ellis,
the Human League,
H. Thieme,
The Remains,
The American Breed,
Supertramp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
Intrusion,
Dennis Brown,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Lydon,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
Los Fastidios,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Hood,
Unwound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New York Dolls,
Essential Logic,
L. Decosne,
The Last Poets,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kayak,
Audionom,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Bananas,
Man Parrish,
MDC,
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Whodini,
Brass Construction,
Hashim,
Rosa Yemen,
Mandrill,
Lindisfarne,
Sarah Menescal,
Skriet,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
Ossler,
Hoover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Malaria!,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.