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 Cambodia and from Spokane.
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 Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joey Negro to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
Yellowson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Motions,
the Association,
Swell Maps,
Sarah Menescal,
Faraquet,
Minutemen,
The Victims,
DNA,
Intrusion,
Ludus,
Cal Tjader,
Neu!,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Skatalites,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deakin,
Sex Pistols,
Visage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang On A Can,
D'Angelo,
Junior Murvin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Nas,
The Associates,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Star Department,
Neil Young,
Y Pants,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brothers Johnson,
Janne Schatter,
Outsiders,
Skarface,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Christie,
Brick,
the Normal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Busters,
The Slackers,
The Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Inner City,
Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New York Dolls,
Mr. Review,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.