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 Greece and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 D'Angelo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Searchers,
Ludus,
the Human League,
Black Moon,
Rufus Thomas,
Main Source,
Urselle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delta 5,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy,
Susan Cadogan,
Vainqueur,
The Saints,
Dead Boys,
Henry Cow,
Q65,
Fat Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Pierre Henry,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Order,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blake Baxter,
In Retrospect,
Soul II Soul,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
Janne Schatter,
One Last Wish,
Gabor Szabo,
the Bar-Kays,
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan,
The Fall,
FM Einheit,
The Doors,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Supertramp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
Qualms,
Excepter,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
Radiohead,
Jandek,
Neu!,
48th St. Collective,
Skaos,
Ohio Players,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.