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 Houston.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rufus Thomas to the funk 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Amazonics,
Faraquet,
John Holt,
Wire,
John Lydon,
Scrapy,
Talk Talk,
Josef K,
Royal Trux,
World's Most,
Television Personalities,
Tres Demented,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Busters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Minny Pops,
PIL,
The Wake,
The Velvet Underground,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mr. Review,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Albert Ayler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thompson Twins,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
10cc,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
L. Decosne,
Cymande,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pulsallama,
DNA,
A Certain Ratio,
The Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faust,
Guru Guru,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.