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 Dominican Republic and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Don Cherry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Fad Gadget,
The Buckinghams,
Zapp,
Marc Almond,
Swans,
The Durutti Column,
The Young Rascals,
The Sound,
Arcadia,
The Fugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Happenings,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cybotron,
OOIOO,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare,
The Fortunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Carl Craig,
JFA,
Crooked Eye,
cv313,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dead Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Das Ding,
Warsaw,
David Bowie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Symarip,
The Selecter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sister Nancy,
The Moleskins,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxette,
Lou Reed,
Eden Ahbez,
Bronski Beat,
Joensuu 1685,
Nirvana,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Grass Roots,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
In Retrospect,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
Kayak,
The Black Dice,
The Martian,
Porter Ricks,
Q and Not U,
Swell Maps,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.