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 Micronesia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Real Kids to the punk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Brothers Johnson,
Inner City,
10cc,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs,
D'Angelo,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Average White Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anakelly,
Yazoo,
Technova,
Motorama,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick Morgan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Letta Mbulu,
Isaac Hayes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Barracudas,
New York Dolls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vainqueur,
Khruangbin,
Angry Samoans,
Section 25,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Busters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
Eve St. Jones,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hoover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Parry Music,
The Invisible,
The Litter,
The J.B.'s,
Can,
Hardrive,
Josef K,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Wyatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Green,
The Offenders,
Glenn Branca,
Wings,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.