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 Mongolia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DNA to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra,
The Kinks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantytec,
Oblivians,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
Fear,
The Velvet Underground,
Althea and Donna,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
Barbara Tucker,
Barry Ungar,
Ten City,
Hoover,
Vladislav Delay,
Deadbeat,
Erykah Badu,
Boredoms,
June of 44,
Scan 7,
Soft Machine,
ABBA,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Khruangbin,
The Happenings,
John Lydon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Marmalade,
Camouflage,
The Move,
Ludus,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skriet,
Pussy Galore,
Lightning Bolt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Red Krayola,
The Fall,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.