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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Red Krayola to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Scion,
Youth Brigade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry's Kids,
Japan,
Rod Modell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
The Beau Brummels,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
Camouflage,
Basic Channel,
The Raincoats,
The Grass Roots,
Black Sheep,
FM Einheit,
Q65,
David McCallum,
Janne Schatter,
Jandek,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thee Headcoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonic Youth,
E-Dancer,
Niagra,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
Kurtis Blow,
Yusef Lateef,
Liliput,
Black Moon,
Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Tommy Roe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vainqueur,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
Von Mondo,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
Henry Cow,
Erasure,
Ice-T,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Television,
Michelle Simonal,
Slick Rick,
Blossom Toes,
Pantaleimon,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.