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 Nicaragua and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Brothers Johnson to the jazz 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bluetip,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Bourne,
Jawbox,
Colin Newman,
Urselle,
The Toasters,
Zapp,
Interpol,
Parry Music,
Tres Demented,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiohead,
Neil Young,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
The Dirtbombs,
The Beau Brummels,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pretty Things,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Parrish,
Deakin,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Severed Heads,
Donald Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Scratch Acid,
AZ,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lyres,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantytec,
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Porter Ricks,
Loose Ends,
Suicide,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Accadde A,
Inner City,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Sneak,
Blancmange,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
Wire,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.