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 India and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Moby Grape to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lakeside,
Bang On A Can,
Suburban Knight,
UT,
The Monks,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad,
FM Einheit,
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Organ,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cure,
Animal Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Desert Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Das Ding,
Hoover,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oneida,
L. Decosne,
Faust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Lindisfarne,
The Moleskins,
T.S.O.L.,
The Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Colin Newman,
Gichy Dan,
the Germs,
Procol Harum,
Porter Ricks,
Black Pus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Hardrive,
Thompson Twins,
Los Fastidios,
Warsaw,
Andrew Hill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Loose Ends,
KRS-One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Flag,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.