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 Djibouti and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the techno 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Absolute Body Control,
Pussy Galore,
The American Breed,
Delon & Dalcan,
D'Angelo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Move,
Davy DMX,
Loose Ends,
The Smiths,
Dennis Brown,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June Days,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
EPMD,
Khruangbin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
KRS-One,
Animal Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Eating Sloth,
Livin' Joy,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter and Kerry,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
Rod Modell,
The Martian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
La Düsseldorf,
Guru Guru,
Ituana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
Jandek,
Jacob Miller,
Pet Shop Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.